It's Your Choice Reading Answers Novels & Stories

Then a cold laugh. "Since when are you so obedient, Grace?" "Weren't you the one who used to cling to me like your life depended on it?" "Since you're being so compliant — how about you leave the city? Get out of my life. Stop coming between me and Lilith. Can you manage that?" I was locked into the game, eyes glued to the screen. It took a moment for his words to register. His mocking voice cut through. "What, nothing to say?" "You think I don't know your little tricks by now?"

As a choice. The best kind.

he lets out angrily, voicing out his frustration. “That is my decision, Edmond. I do not owe you an explanation for my decision. If you had brought a decent girl like Nicole here, maybe I would have given you my approval and let you have the company. But you chose her and I have to be sure that she is not a gold-digger before I give you my blessings!” he scolded him furiously, making Nicole so proud and excited to be named as the chosen one.

I went alone to my favorite singer’s concert. During the song selection segment, I was really excited and hoped that I would be lucky enough to be picked. But in the next second, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be on a business trip, appear on the screen. Next to him was Mia Louise, his first love. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past. I want to go back three years when I hadn’t broken up with Mia.” The entire stadium cheered and celebrated their love. I was the only one in tears. During the next song selection segment, I saw my teary face show up on the screen. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past as well. I want to return to the time when I never said yes to Samuel Gardner’s

"And what's the right answer?" The ancient wolf's laugh was like stars colliding. "There is no right answer. There's only YOUR answer. Choose wisely, Thelma. Choose with your heart. And trust that whatever you decide, it will be enough." The light consumed everything.

Or Sarah? Either choice carried consequences. Heavy ones.

ALYANA POV Leo didn’t answer right away. That alone made my chest tighten. Because if this was something simple—if it was just another theory, another assumption—he would’ve said it immediately. He wouldn’t hesitate. But he did. And I hated that pause. “What does that make it?” I asked again, quieter this time, but firmer. His gaze stayed on mine, steady, unreadable in a way that made it harder to breathe. “A choice,” he said. The word landed heavier than I expected.

"And then you can make your choice." What?!

I asked a little annoyed that someone else was meant to be hers “If you had to pick between going to the beach or going to the mountains which, would you pick?” she asked “that’s a hard one I like both? Can I pick both?” I asked “Nope you have to pick one” she smirked “Okay the mountains, you?” it was a hard one I enjoyed both so I just said the first one that came to me