God Of Choice Novels & Stories

Nothing but a long, white robe that was off the ground. But I knew in my heart that he wasn't a guy. With his jaw clenched and his back straight, the boy moved ahead of me. He declared, "You are a god." The stranger smiled. "Just one of several," the man replied. However, I'm the first. When your fire gets out of control, the others will follow. Killian stepped between us and hissed. "What are you looking for?" The god said, "I came to give you a choice."

While the Chosen have yet to be selected, the chances of them coming from his pack were high. I felt sorry for the unlucky girl the Moon Goddess entangled him with. Taking the glass of water with me, I skipped back to the meeting room. I came to an abrupt halt as a delicious scent wafted through me, the musky aroma of pine cones and spices entwined to produce a scent that could only be described as perfection. Searching for the source of the smell, I gasped as my eyes narrowed onto a tall male, his back was turned to me, but I could already feel my body moving towards him like a magnet. His tousled brown hair blew effortlessly in the breeze of the open window.

In the end, it was Nathan's misjudgment that caused everything, but somehow, I became the one who wasn't generous enough. "Lois, I…" Nathan's eyes darkened, a bitter smile on his lips. "I've already had my assistant handle things with the platform. I'm sorry for the trouble you've been through. I didn't realize how much you've been dealing with. I didn't know—" "You knew," I interrupted softly, looking at him. My tone was indifferent. If he hadn't known how painful and suffocating public opinion could be, he wouldn't have chosen to divorce me just to help Jenny.

"Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it." Grace's mouth twisted. "You're still just second-rate, Eleanor. Don't pretend you're some philosopher." Her heels clicked away. The door stayed open. Dante was standing in the frame, holding something. He didn't step inside. He put it on the table. The pink diamond ring. "No more two choices. It's yours." I looked at it. Cold. Once, I'd dreamed of him choosing something just for me. He was still giving me Grace's things.

the goddess continued "never free of the expectations and never free of the power that will mark you as different forever" I looked at Kael again. He was watching me with those silver eyes. Waiting to see what I would choose. I could feel his love through the bond. Could feel his hope and his fear and his complete faith in me. He would support whatever choice I made. Even if I chose to destroy him. That was how much he loved me. "I choose unity" I said to the goddess "I choose peace" "Even knowing the price" she asked "even knowing you will never be free again"

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

he insisted, and then turned to me "It's up to Khez to decide" they looked at me seriously as they waited for my answer. I looked carefully first in case someone would break down and give a sign "Let's go" I said and chose the left direction. They did the same they followed my choice. I was in the lead and they were behind me Is this really right? As my breath went in the direction I had chosen life got here it was not just a simple choice if not a serious choice of life decision.

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

They could not afford to be found out before they could gain their audience with a secret order. Andrew could take back his name and slay the archangel people by force, but he preferred to do it fairly so he would not be at odds against the rest of the divinity. More honorably, he was a glorious lawful mind who could ruin the mother church if he wanted to. But he will do it slowly, for now, the plague was to warn those leaders. Those hunters.

He informed Alex. "Gods never abandon their followers or their chosen ones; they always stand by the special ones. Hence, the reason why Ogundele, the son of Ladele, the son of Awero (his mother's name), is sitting in the middle of this shrine, at midnight is to get fortified. I plead with all the gods present in this shrine to accept him as the chosen one that he was destined to be. I seek your protection over him as he embarks on the war he is destined to fight. May he conquer all the forces he encounters in the course of the war. May he end up as the triumph." He chanted, as he gave Alex the cut.