I Can T Choose Novels & Stories

"And I don't think I can figure it out. Not for sure. Not the kind of sure where I'd bet on it." "That's a hard thing to sit with," Cal said. Quiet. Not trying to fix it. "It is," I agreed. "But I kept thinking about it, and I think maybe that's the wrong question. Maybe there isn't a way to know which one's real, not really, not for certain, because Voss made so many that even she might not totally remember which one came first." I paused, working the next part out as I said it, the way I did with most things, talking until the shape of an idea came clear. "So if I can't know for sure, then I think I get to choose instead. Not pretend-choose. Actually choose. Like deciding which toy is your

He made me laugh a little. “Aren’t you used to it?” I said while my focus was on the posters that I was arranging. “How about you? You look comfortable with them.” He even glanced at Rexon’s table, which I also followed with my gaze. “Yeah. Well, I can’t help but love this job,” I answered before turning my attention to Rexon, who was busy eating. “Everyone has a choice. It’s up to you what you want to choose.” My forehead furrowed. “The question is, do I have a choice? We can’t choose all the time. There are things in the world that you can’t refuse when destiny chooses you,” I declared.

"Just because it's prettier than the last one." My voice cracked. "What should I do, Jullie?" She reached for my hand. Held it. "You don't have to choose that," she said. "Not unless you want to. You can tell Alex that. I already talked to Lance. But he's made up his mind. You know how stubborn he is." I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek. "But that's the thing," I whispered. "I don't know what choosing feels like anymore." She didn't answer. Maybe there isn't one.

"I'm sorry, Max. But I can't." Max's expression hardened. "Can't? Or won't?" "Does it matter?" I asked. "Yes," Max said. "It matters. Because if you can't, then there's nothing I can do. But if you won't, then you're choosing to be miserable. And I don't understand why anyone would choose that." "You're making this sound simple," I said. "It's not simple." "It is simple," Max said. "You either want to be with me or you don't. Which is it?"

“I don’t know how to stop feeling like I’m betraying someone no matter what choice I make.” Frank stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough that his presence wrapped around me. “Then stop choosing for everyone else,” he said quietly. “Choose for yourself.” I shook my head. “I don’t know how.” His voice dropped. “Then I’ll wait until you do.” I looked up at him, startled. “You’ll… wait?” His jaw tightened. “I won’t force you. I won’t trap you in this fake thing if it’s hurting you. But I won’t walk away either.”

"Stop it." "I may not have ever been in this situation, but I know that it all starts with a decision and ends with a choice. You have to make a choice. It's hard. Definitely not easy, but you have to decide what it's going to be. You have to look at both of them and decide who you want it to be. Abel or Carson. Do you know who you want it to be?"

“You don’t have a choice.” Wei awoke the next day sore. She blushed as she remembered what had happened with Tyler. It was not her first time, but Chen had been the only man she had ever been with and he was always tender and sweet, unlike the wild beast who ravished her last night. A beast who was about to be her husband. Would it be like that every night? Wei shuddered at the thought. Maybe she should call this thing off and find some other way to get her mother’s company back. But how? She had no money, and she was sure Hoo would not be satisfied after the failed attempt last night. She would keep sending men to attack her. No, she could not call it off. Tyler was her only hope. She just

" I love him and I'm sorry, but if I have to choose between you and him, I will love you both. I will choose you both. But if you make me choose then I will choose him." I played with my fingers, knowing that I was pouring my heart out in front of my family too. But it needed to be done and I should have done it sooner. " I know I did wrong by not telling you. I know you're pissed off but we can't help who we love Mira." I throw my hands up. " We can't choose who we fall in love with, it just happens. But what we can choose is who we let go." I shook my head. " And I won't let go. I'd choose you both but if you force me to choose I will choose him because I won't let him go. And that's my c

“You can’t answer? You can’t choose between your fling and your daughter?” “Sierra,” her name is all I can say when I manage to speak, “This is—“ “You choose her?” “No,” I breathe out and immediately regret it. I can’t choose. I am unable to NOT choose Ivy. This is hard. Unbearable, to say the least. “Sierra, this is sudden. I understand this must be hard for you to take in all at once but it’s just as hard for me. So, please, at least give me a minute. Give me a bit of time to think about it.”

I continue. Another shift. Smaller. Less certain. “I don’t know what it does.” The pressure stutters. “I don’t know why I would choose it.” The space— Breaks. Not completely. Not all at once. But something in it loses alignment. “…stay.” The word falters. Just slightly. And that’s enough. I step forward. Not into it. Not away. Just— Forward. “I’m not choosing something I don’t understand,” I say. And this time—