Endless Summer Choices Novels & Stories

He looks at my ring and I wince. It’s glowing red. “It is the cursed object.” I say, dread in my voice. “The more I try to pull it off, the tighter it gets.” I give him a frightened look, “Max.” His expression is tight, “Okay. We have two options.” “Waiting for me to take my last breath is too big of a risk. The other option is cutting off my finger.” I hold his gaze, “I prefer the latter option.” However, he shakes his head, “There’s something else we can try. Come on.”

I knew she was good for nothing the self-acclaimed socialite woman she never have time for her family parties parties parties all the time! Letticia put yourself together or I will have them throw you out. Benjamin elder brother, Jones Adams yelled at her. while the both families prepare to move the corpses of Tasha and Benjamin out of the hospital a private mortuary. they were deliberating on where to bury the both of them but the meeting ends with disagreement between both families. Jones Adams just ask them to meet the next day at Benjamin's home to finalize the meeting.

she replies, smiling. Oh, wow, that went better than I thought it would, “Promise? You aren’t just saying that?” I question, “Promise. We are on the same page.” She answers. I instantly relaxed, knowing we were thinking the same, for now, but there was a chance my recent thoughts would reappear, but I will just continue to fight them for the rest of our time because after the summer, we go back to our lives and possibly not see each other. “What do you want to do today?” I ask, “Or do you want to write some more?” I added.

I moved to my chair and sat down "So, how much longer are you guys going to stay here?" I asked "We should be leaving in a few days," Drew responded looking at me with sorrowful eyes, "Good, the sooner the better," I replied as I picked up my book, ignoring Drew's pleas for an answer to his feelings, "Ok, well, who wants to watch a movie?" Dime asked as she tried to break the cold atmosphere "Sounds good to me," Tom said, joining in with Dime's plan

“Why the hell are you screaming at me, Lina? I didn’t hear you bringing any suggestions when I needed it. Nicole brought a good suggestion and I took it because it made sense and it was the only choice I had at the moment. We have a deadline, Selina, and I thought you trusted me enough. I thought you’ll be happy that we have come up with a perfect solution to get my grandfather off our backs for good.” He lets out angrily, standing up from the bed and walking towards the window, his hand going through his head in frustration. “How is this a perfect solution, Edmond?

"Your wife has already decided you're the villain. Nothing you do will change her mind now." "You don't know Summer." "I know fear. I know what it does to humans when they're cornered." Remiora's voice turns almost gentle. "She's so terrified of losing you that she's driving you away first. Making it hurt less when the inevitable happens." The inevitable. Summer's death in sixty-six days. Unless I do something about it. "But it doesn't have to be inevitable," Remiora continues. "You have options. You've always had them."

A wave of sadness washes over me, a deep, aching loneliness. “Why does love have to hurt like this?” I whisper into the stillness, the words carried away by the gentle breeze. It feels like I’m standing at a crossroads, two paths stretching out before me, both shrouded in uncertainty, both promising a different kind of pain. Choosing Lior means… what? A life away from Lunaris, away from the pack, away from the lingering shadow of my rejected mate? Choosing to… what? Acknowledge the faint pull towards Nox? A man who didn’t even want me?

In the end, he asked me two questions. The first one was, "Do you still love Nathan?" I shook my head, giving him a definite answer. But when he asked the second question, I fell silent. He asked, "Would you be willing to marry Chris?" My father had plans to retire, and while Chris had been with him for many years, he was not part of the Caldwell family. At first, I had been confused, but now I had an answer. "Chris, would you marry me?" … Two days later, in Narla, Nathan sat in the studio, his gaze fixed on the interview, during which the intern had asked me if I still loved him.

"That ring was for you, Grace. Eleanor wouldn't know what to do with it. It'd be wasted on her." So it was never really a choice. Dante put his hand on my shoulder and steered me toward the door. But the moment we hit the ground floor, Grace spotted a new watch display. Dante nodded immediately. "Let's look at watches first. Eleanor can wait. No rush." Grace lingered at the counter, torn between two Patek Philippes. Dante saw her hesitation and waved the salesgirl over. "Take both. Grace, pick the one you want first. Eleanor can have the other one later." He paid and handed me a box. "There. Gift sorted. Grace has good taste—you should be happy."

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.