It's Your Choice Reading Answers Novels & Stories

My everything. "Choose, Delilah. Me or the book."

I lowered my gaze, hiding what flickered in my eyes, and answered as calmly as I could, "Didn't your dad tell you? I've divorced him. I'm not your mom anymore. You won't have someone as useless as me around again." Claude panicked immediately, his voice breaking as he cried. "No! I only want you as my mom. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? I'll only want you from now on." There was no way I felt nothing hearing that. But I had already chosen to leave. I wasn't turning back. I forced everything down and said quietly, "But Claude, I don't want you anymore. I don't want your dad, either." I hung up before he could say anything else.

When he saw me stop fighting, finally going still, he turned and walked away, satisfied. A sharp pinch twisted into my arm, and I slowly opened my eyes. "Katrina, why are you just sitting there? You've been ignoring us forever!" "Hayley was nice enough to suggest a rafting trip for the whole class, and you're over here with that attitude. You really think you're something, huh?" "I heard you messed up your answer sheet during the exam. Instead of owning it, now you're taking it out on us?" The complaints buzzed around me, and I froze.

Now I'll ruin you. I confirmed Patrick's handwriting. The blood hadn't even dried. My stomach turned over, and I almost vomited.

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

When you can choose for Others, then why not for yourself…! Choice was like … “…….!!!!!”

He always seemed to see the spaces between words. “You don’t have to tell me anything,” he said. “Just know I’m here.” I nodded, grateful. I turned a page, forcing myself to focus on the text. Jo March’s words blurred, but the familiarity steadied me. “Do you ever think about choice?” I asked suddenly. Jacob tilted his head. “All the time.” I glanced at him. “Real choice. Not the kind that’s already decided for you.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “What does it look like to you?”

“I want to believe that. I really do. But believing means opening the door to getting wrecked.” We drove in silence for a few moments. Then he said, “You ever read those choose-your-own-adventure books?” I frowned. “Uh. Yeah? When I was ten.” “Well, this is one of those moments. You’re on a page that says ‘Turn to 78 if you keep running, turn to 122 if you go knock on that door.’ The thing is, only one of those paths gets you to the happy ending. But you don’t get to read ahead.”