Decisive Novels & Stories

the driver replied and drove off Ryan stood at the cat park and looked around him. A beautiful sight to behold. Beautiful, amazing and expensive cars parked around the place like sardine cans carefully arranged by a pro He read the inscription on the building on front of him ‘ ROCHEAT’ The sun was scorching heavily, he cleaned his face with his face towel and began walking towards the building. Ryan was walking towards the building when he got a phone call, he answered it and placed it on his ear. “ I can see you are here, come in, I'm waiting for you.

“Also, when I met death the last time, he said I’m not his type. He’s more into people like you. Fucking disgrace to the world.” Orien cocked a brow, raising his arm to land a deathblow only to freeze in midair. His face contorted as he struggled in the invisible hold. Aluxious laughed lifting his hand to wipe the blood of his chin. His body swayed to the side as he moved to a crouching position.

Right behind him. Not out of fear. But out of decision. Lewis felt it. Didn’t look. Didn’t question. He just adjusted. And this time He didn’t hesitate. Because now… He had made his choice clear. And he wasn’t going to break it.

“I am honored to lead it for you.” Several more seconds of silence followed. “Indeed,” Rexius finally said, “this war will be magnificent. Within days, New York will be ours, and within weeks, the human race will be enslaved.” Rexius broke into a smile, licking his lips ever so slightly. Kyle dreaded when he did that. A smile from Rexius only meant one thing: bad news. “I am sorry to report,” Rexius continued, “that you won’t be here to share it with us.”

My pulse beat erratically as my insides twisted. While lighting the candles around the suite and pouring the wine, I decided to trust the man who was about to enter. It might not be the decision Alexandria was raised to make, but it was the one my heart told me was right. It was time to listen. Precisely thirty minutes after Deloris left, the door to the suite opened and my breathing hitched. The sight of Nox Demetri took the very air from my lungs. I gripped the bedroom doorframe, my manicured nails holding tightly to the wood in an attempt to keep from falling.

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!

A shift in tempo. A break in pattern. And that— That was risky. But effective. “You’re gambling,” he said. “Yes.” “On what?” A pause. Then “Their confidence.” That answer sat between them. Cold. Calculated. Because confident people Made bold moves. And bold moves Created openings. Daniel exhaled slowly. Then nodded once. “Alright.” A shift again. Subtle. But real. “We hold position.” She didn’t respond. Didn’t need to. Because the decision was already made.

"I'm not thinking about a mistake." "Fine. Which decision are you thinking about?" I sighed. "The pass to Ruiz." "Which pass?" "Seventy-ninth minute." He stared at me. I waited. Nothing. "You genuinely don't remember it?" "Andre, we won three nil." "That does not mean every decision was good." "No, but it usually means I do not spend my evening mourning a pass that did not even lead to a chance." "It killed a good attack." "Did we concede?"

“We won’t respond by tightening our grip.” Several heads turned toward him. “We’ll respond by shifting the field,” he continued. “If Serov wants to play proximity, we remove predictability.” Liana tilted her head slightly. “Decentralization.” “Yes,” Viktor said. “Selective visibility.” Her gaze met his, understanding passing cleanly between them. “You show what you want him to see,” she said, “and let him miscalculate the rest.” Caden let out a low breath. “That will expose you.”

** My chest felt like it was breaking. “You’re asking me to lose you,” I said. His eyes held mine. Steady. “You’re choosing to save her.” Tears burned behind my eyes. “This isn’t fair. “No,” he agreed softly. “It’s not.” The energy pulsed again. Stronger. Final. **Decide.** The ground cracked beneath us. The land itself trembling. Waiting. And as the thread between me and Kairos tightened one last time… I realized the truth. This wasn’t just his choice. It was mine too. And whatever I said next… Would decide who stayed. And who disappeared.