I Can T Choose Novels & Stories

“I read your file back at the orphanage. It had a summary of your past. I knew right then that I was going to adopt you.” “Why were you adopting anyway?” tears were fighting in Maia’s eyes but she pushed them away. Mr. Sween sat down next to Maia, placing a hand on her leg and looking directly at her. “Maia, my wife, she wanted kids so badly but she can’t carry them. So, after some discussion, we chose to adopt.” “But you never really answered why you chose me. If you read my file or whatever, big deal. You should have chosen anyone else there.” the tears were fighting stronger now but she continued to fight them as she crossed her arms and took a deep breath.

he went on and on warning everyone that we should be careful and shouldn’t roam around alone until the police catch the murderer. I didn’t listen to the entire speech still thinking about the cruelty of our world. People treat others as if they are nothing, destroying themselves as well as others. How can they do it, how can they kill someone so easily? But I could never understand why they do these things. Some people say that these people are mentally sick but are our minds so weak that we become mentally ill? Or is it that they could stop themselves but simply gave up every urge to be human. I believe that we can choose not to do these things and saying that they were ill is just making e

It’s hopeless “Can’t I at least choose once? at least a man, do I really have a bad taste in men, well I don’t know, yet. But they always controlled me, tell me what to do. I love them both but this? this is too much. I’m already adult for God sake, yet they treated me like I’m eight years old.”

What I will do is open my hand to you when you make the choice. Welcome you with no resentment, for this one ground we share Has drunk enough blood to saturate it for centuries. We may not have had a choice at birth but we do have a choice to either build or destroy each other. "All that he's said . . . it's true, T. We may not have had a hand in how we were made but we do have a choice to make in whether we choose hate," he paused wiping away the perpetual flow of tears from my eyes gently," or love. And from how I see it, hating each other is such an unnecessary energy that drains the chances of good in this world."

"Besides, you know how your sister feels, yet you dare to provoke her in public. Are you trying to kill her?!" The taste of blood filled my mouth, but I couldn't help but laugh. I straightened my spine and met his gaze directly. "Father, if you had already made your decision, why pretend to give me a choice? Are you afraid of being called biased?" Selene's eyelashes fluttered dramatically, her tears tracing perfect, glistening paths down her cheeks. "Elara, don't say that. Father loves you too. How can you stab him in the heart with such words?"

"Besides, I never agreed to go." "Yes, you did!" he snapped. "You nodded when I brought it up!" I remembered that night. He'd mentioned wanting to check out other packs. I'd just hummed politely. And to him, that meant I'd agreed. "That was politeness," I scoffed. "As polite as you telling me you love me now. Just empty words." "I really do love you!" he was practically shouting. "Vesper, don't be ridiculous! You know I chose you because..."

Not to the Moon. And not even to the girl who thinks she can choose otherwise.

I just know that I’m terrified of making the wrong choice. Again.

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.

I lose my nerve. What choice do I have?