It's Your Choice Reading Answers Novels & Stories

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.

“Beach or mountain?” “Mountain,” Ollie answered promptly. June glanced between them, wondering how they moved to this rapid-fire quiz session. “Text or call?” Amy asked next, as though she were ticking off boxes on a mental checklist. “Call.” “Catching a movie or reading a book?" "Reading a book." Amy smiled. “Spicy or sweet." “Spicy." This earned a satisfied nod from her sister. “Ice cream or gelato?” “Neither.” Amy waved her hand dramatically as though his answer was completely unacceptable. “You have to choose one.”

To choose. The clock is ticking.

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.”

Hayden replied with his reasoning after a moment of consideration. “I see…” I mumbled. I guess that answer really sounded like Hayden. “What about you?” He asked. Well, I liked them both but if I had to choose then… “I like the realistic one too, I think…” I replied with my choice. “Why is that?” Hayden asked as he turned to look straight at me. --To be continued…

“Please!” “Aaah. I was under the impression that you had passed out. Now you must choose. Your entire dick removed, your ear, or your hand, or leg. You have one minute to make your decision. If you do not make a choice, I will chop anything that comes to mind.”

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

Five years ago, Samantha Manning was seven months pregnant when her husband Channing Lane's first love, Sydney Ingram, caused her to lose the baby. But what hurt most was what Channing said to her. "Syd didn't mean it. She can't go to prison." He signed a letter of forgiveness in Samantha's name regardless of her wishes. Five years later, Sydney returned from studying abroad. Harold Lane, the son Samantha had adopted, said to her, "You're a bad woman! You're always picking on Sydney!" Only then did Samantha finally understand that there had never been a place for her in that family. Furious, Samantha fought back. She took back everything she had lost and took back the love she ha