Decisive Novels & Stories

“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.”

It was a text from Deloris. Deloris: "THREE UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPTS TO LOG ON TO YOUR OFFICE DESKTOP." My father's a fucking idiot. If he thought I would give him carte blanche in my office, he was dumber than his Neanderthal attitude. Me: "OREN'S IN THE BUILDING." Deloris: "WILL KEEP WATCHING AND STOP FROM MY END." Me: "HE'LL NEVER CRACK YOUR SECURITY. BUT KEEP WATCHING." Deloris: "I ALWAYS DO."

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.

** 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.

“Agreed.” That night, alone, I reviewed the day with clinical precision. No emotional distortion. No defensiveness. Just data. The system is adjusting around me. Not to remove me immediately—but to make removal plausible. That is the strategy. Controlled collapse. Gradual enough to avoid resistance. Visible enough to justify the outcome. I close my notebook and set it aside. They are measuring my limits. What they don’t understand yet—is that I am measuring theirs too.

“It is in unity. And unity demands that we act decisively against those who seek to divide us—externally and internally.” Aella added softly, “And decisiveness requires both insight and action. Waiting will cost us more than it saves. The Red Fang will exploit hesitation. Allies are watching, enemies are waiting, and spies move unseen. We cannot ignore subtlety and strategy, or we will fall prey to both.”

he said, "is that I will try harder. I know that is not the right answer." "No," Don said. "The right answer is structural," Ernest said. "The pause I described is structural — it is a decision rule, not a resolution to do better. Decision rules are more reliable than resolutions under pressure because they do not require vigilance monitoring to catch the problem. They require only that the rule is triggered." He paused. "I am going to build the rule. Not as a promise. As a system." Don looked at him for a long moment. Then he said: "All right."