Decide Novels & Stories

Ava smiled kindly, the warmth of her smile made her hazel eyes sparkle. “Exactly,” she said softly, “truthfully Emilia, it’s no secret that you’re planning to leave when the pack recognizes you as nineteen, and I don’t blame you. I couldn’t imagine having to live among those who weren’t my own kind. Let me do this, please?” “Okay,” I consented. I pulled out my pack ID and tapped it on the reader. Relief that I was only losing a week’s wages allowed the tension in my shoulders to dissipate. A small ding from the register let me know the transaction had gone through.

“It’s the decision window.” “That’s what we’re in now.” Zayden exhaled slowly. “And if we don’t choose?” Cade didn’t hesitate. “The system chooses for you.” That was worse. “How?” Zayden asked. “It reads the bond,” Cade said. “The state it’s in at the moment of activation.” “If it’s unstable…” “It collapses.” The implication sat heavy.

He snapped his finger, jolting me out of my trance. "Yes," I exclaimed. "You are listening to me, right?" I couldn't dare to nod my head in a denied way. I blinked and nodded, giving him a positive response. "Okay, coming to the fourth keyword, correct decision!" "Think twice, three times before making a decision." "Do not make decisions in a hurry!" "We have no idea what challenge your grandfather will give you!" He shrugged his shoulders and parted his hands. "Here, a single wrong decision can destroy you in seconds!" Julian said this while looking into my eyes, and I could not help but blink—he was absolutely correct.

Bella deliberated the decision, weighing the potential benefits against the cost. Once the decision was made, she located an electronics store nearby. The bell above the door chimed as she entered, greeted by the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. After careful consideration, Bella selected a reliable laptop, opting for functionality over extravagance. The cashier swiped her card, and the weight of the purchase settled in the pit of her stomach.

He looked away from her, not saying a word. He glanced at me. He needed my help. I gulped. “Okay, so…” All eyes were on me. My heart pounded, and my hands began to sweat. “We should make a vote. We stay and wait until tonight. If no one comes, then we leave in the morning. We go somewhere else. Or if you want to stay, then that’s okay too. And then, we make another plan afterwards. This also goes for the other group. Then this is where we make the vote. Raise your hand if you agree to this, don’t if you think there’s another way to decide upon. Majority wins.”

she assk He looks at me as if he thinks it's a trick question. I nod my head to let him know its okay to say yes. “Yes Luna” “ Grrr, so that means you have to listen to what I say correctly?” “ Yes Luna” “ So if I say call me Alice instead of Luna, and you don’t respect my wishes and call me Luna anyway that would be considered disrespectful , correct?” oh she found a loophole in my rule great “ Yes, I do believe you are correct, Alice.” Noah says making a huge smile go on her face as she looks at me knowing she just won this argument

Riley followed behind the group, holding Eli's hand. "I don't think this is working," Riley said through the mindlink. "Yea, there was no reaction from either of them," Eli said back. "Do you think they could be chosen mates?" "Only time will tell. I'm ready to call it quits, though, after they've disrespected us. "I just don't want the Rogue King to win. He needs to go down." "I agree, but I'm sure we could find another way. Plus, you're safe now."

Thanks to the memories from my previous life, it took me less than a year to analyze the territory's financial accounts independently. Being reincarnated felt less like starting over and more like taking a shortcut. The elder responsible for my education praised me in front of Lydia. "She has an excellent memory, and her judgment is remarkably steady. "At this rate, she can skip the academy entrance assessment altogether and begin participating in pack affairs." Lydia placed two academy admission letters on the desk. "You'll attend the academy with Oscar. "He's intelligent, but he lacks patience. He's arrogant and reckless. Your job is to keep an eye on him."

Better to catch decisions that did not strictly require consultation than to miss decisions that did. The trigger mechanism: before acting on any decision in the defined category, a specific check was required. The check was not a question — questions were too easy to answer quickly and move on. The check was a pause of no less than two minutes, during which the specific decision was written down. Not thought about — written. The act of writing required more deliberate engagement than thinking and therefore could not be skipped in the way that a mental check could be.

"Not the strategic version of the truth. The actual truth about what you're feeling." "I'm terrified," I said. "Of how much I care about your perspective. Of the fact that your opinion matters to my decision-making. Of the reality that you've fundamentally changed how I understand the world. And most of all, I'm terrified that if I admit all of that, I'll lose the control that keeps me functional." "That's the most honest thing I've heard you say," Eli said quietly. "And it's not actually terrifying. It's just human. It's just what happens when someone matters to you."