Chosen X Novels & Stories

Without her interference, the past few days had been peaceful. Jason was doing his best to help me forget all the unpleasant things, and I'd decided—for the sake of our baby—to start looking forward. We took the time to choose a name for our baby. We wandered the aisles of a maternity store, picking out vitamins and supplements. We even tried the new restaurant that just opened. "Jason," I said one day, stepping into the kitchen with a travel magazine in hand, "Independence Day is our four-year anniversary. Let's go to Bodrein City to have some fun!"

“Naturally, any girl who doesn’t burn to death will be the true queen. Who cares if a few tributes lose their lives?” My jaw clenches; Ryker is vastly unlike his brother, not holding a single ounce of care for human lives. Zarek wouldn't be so cruel or careless. He waves his knights close, standing on either side as one hands him a scroll. “I’ll pick a name from random!”

" He looked at Vanessa with open approval, barely bothering to hide it. Clearly, he had heard the rumors too. Clearly, he understood why Ethan had chosen our company. Before I even left the office, I knew my team's proposal would probably be treated as a formality. Against Vanessa, I was most likely just the runner-up arranged to make the competition look fair. Outside the office, Vanessa stopped in front of me. We stood face to face. I met her gaze. She smiled. It was smug, bright, and completely certain. "Sophie, may the best team win." But her face said she already knew who would win. Between the two of us, Ethan would always choose her. I watched her walk away, then turned in the opposit

Amelia asked. Names were tossed into the air; Felix, Caleb, even a random servant boy got a vote. But me? I stayed quiet. My fingers busied themselves with a folded fruit napkin, trying not to betray the truth written all over my face. I could almost hear my wolf chuckle. Then Olivia turned to me. “Tessa?” she asked, one brow lifted, eyes gleaming with trouble. I tried to shrug it off. “I… I can’t decide. They all look okay to me.”

Lisa chirped as she leaned in to give me one last parting smile before striding off toward her boyfriend, Pete Graham—a boy known not only for his intelligence but also for the way he so effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around him. Lisa, ever the connoisseur of wit and smarts, always gravitated towards the academically gifted, while I found myself magnetically attracted to the bold, the daring, and yes, to the hottest boys in our school. It made me wonder if my newly ignited persona would ever let me transcend my unassuming nature.

Stephen narrowed his eyes in disbelief, and once he deemed Xavier was telling the truth, he went ahead and said, “Pick something for me, you know them best.” Xavier grinned, hurrying to the man's closet and picked a black denim trouser, a dark-gray slim fit v-neck t-shirt, and black boots. He flung them to the guy, closed the closet, and leaned on it.

Miya pointed at another picture. Xenon glanced at it and looked even worse. "I'm not asking you to choose a date!" "But who doesn't like good-looking guys?" Miya muttered. "They are all good-looking, but my point is you shouldn't choose how they look. Choose another one." Xenon demanded. "Alright." Miya pouted her lips and nodded. It was true that all the bodyguards that worked for Xenon were not bad looking at all. He had picked them personally. Finally, Miya chose one that didn't stand out much and said, "Ok, him."

I feign ignorance. "I choose you Xavier." Her eyes bore in my mine. They shine in bliss sincerity. "I always had," ==================================================== Thanks for reading! Kellisa Kelly

Nothing had changed but at least she was stable; at least she was alive. “You,” Axiel pointed at a girl across from the omega. “You,” he said again as he pointed at another girl. “You.” He pointed at a guy with a buzz cut, and then looked directly at her and Cat. “And lastly, the both of you.” “Everyone I have chosen, stand up and come to the front,” he added, making sure to keep his voice in a monotone for some reason. “Sh*t,” Selena cursed under her breath as she stood on her feet, her heart pounding in her chest as everyone looked at her and the others who were chosen.

Broken. Then one spoke. "I choose. I choose existence. I choose something. I choose to become. Not because of arguments. Not because of demonstrations. Not because of logic. Because of Dawn. Because Dawn died proving existence is worthwhile. Because Dawn sacrificed showing love is real. Because Dawn ended demonstrating that something is infinitely better than nothing. I honor Dawn by choosing. I respect Dawn by becoming. I love Dawn by existing. I choose. I commit. I decide. I become." Another spoke. "I choose. For Dawn. For love. For existence. I choose."