It's Your Choice Reading Answers Novels & Stories

“Now.” The pressure in the room became unbearable. Sarah’s lungs felt crushed. She fought harder against the ropes, her teeth gnashing against the tape. Her body shook with the desperate need to make her voice heard. James’s face crumbled. He ran a hand over his head, his voice barely holding together. “Take me instead. Take my life if it will save them.” The leader chuckled darkly. “You want to die for them? Easy words. But that is not the game. One must go free. The other does not. Choose.”

I wish I could also spend my school hours with him. "So...take care," I tell him. He nods but then suddenly stops me. "Ha?" I question him. "I have some advice for MCQs:. Whenever you get confused between two options, always choose the first one." He says. I nod, "How can you say this with such confidence?" He continues, "I have learned that whenever you get stuck in a place where you have to choose between the first and the second, the first is the better way and the fewer the regrets by choosing it."

She found a bench on the main street in front of Crouch's grocery and sat while she debated her options. "Options?" she thought. "What options?" Just then she saw a man exit the store. He was putting a sign in the window. "Probably to advertise a sale." she thought. While she watched him she began to think that Goddess was once again guiding her for the sign said, "Help Wanted Inquire Within" In that moment she knew exactly what she would do.

Every time he looked at me, like I was precious, not owned, not bartered, but precious, it made something break loose in my chest. Maybe that was what love was supposed to feel like. Not a cage. Not a bargain. But a choice, wrapped in gentle laughter. Lucian. The name popped up in my head, and I shoved it back down. Not today. After the bookstore, Benjamin took me to a small café for sandwiches and juice. We found a seat by the window, sunlight catching on his hair. I watched him as he read through my shopping receipts, double-checking them with that calm, methodical way of his.

I look down and mutter, “Don’t flatter yourself.” “It’s hard not to when it’s you,” he replies and I can feel my cheeks starting to burn like they have a damn furnace inside. I push the stray curls behind my ear, grabbing a chair and dumping my ass on it. “I’m hungry. What do you have?” He shrugs. “What do you want?” “What are the choices?” “There aren’t any,” he says with all the elegance in the world. I frown harder. “Then, what’s the point of asking ‘what do you want’ when the choice doesn’t even exist? You could have just said we don’t have anything.”

Howard was so shocked to see Selena at his office, "fuck" he growled as he kicked his chair. He had been with her long enough to know just what she must have thought of the situation. He hoped she wasn't the one who had been chosen to be his secretary. That would put him in an even more difficult situation he called Mr. John and just as he had thought. Selene had been selected. "Did she turn down the offer? "he asked in hopes that she had refused to work there after seeing him, not in a million years did he ever think this was going to happen, What was she even doing in California I ln the first place?

he asked I let out a small breath. “Everything I walked away from.” I said there was a brief pause, "And everything I didn’t.” I continued “Do you regret it?” Mark asked, leaning in slightly. "No," I replied without thinking. "But that doesn’t mean it was easy.” I continued Mark nodded. “That’s usually how you know it was the right decision.” he replied I looked at him. “You say that like you’ve done it before.” I said “I have," he replied

I love you, David. "After I learned I was pregnant with your child, I didn't get an abortion. I would rather give birth to him as Channing's child because I really love you that much. I like the feeling of being with you."

I stared at him for a long time. "Will you keep your word?" "I will." I was silent for a while, then sighed. "Fine. Just one dinner." His eyes lit up. In that instant, he looked as if he had received the greatest gift in the world. "Okay! What do you want to eat? I know a place nearby-" "Anything. You choose." He chose a quiet restaurant nearby. The lighting was warm, and the private room held only the two of us. He sat across from me, his eyes never leaving my face.

Why is this happening to me? I was still sitting on the bed, lost in thought. What will become of me? Am I getting married to an old man? Is he even going to treat me, right? At least, will he treat me with respect? Right? These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, revealing Auntie with two other women. I started to back away a little when she spoke up, “You either choose the easy way or the hard way.” She faked a smile.