It's Your Choice Reading Answers Novels & Stories

A beat passed. Then, She answered. “It’s choosing.” Silence. Cold. Sharp. And final. Because whatever came next, Wouldn’t be a probe. Wouldn’t be a trick. Wouldn’t be a test. It would be, A move.

"Stop it." "I may not have ever been in this situation, but I know that it all starts with a decision and ends with a choice. You have to make a choice. It's hard. Definitely not easy, but you have to decide what it's going to be. You have to look at both of them and decide who you want it to be. Abel or Carson. Do you know who you want it to be?"

"My son is stubborn. He believes in that cursed forbidden book. Believes loving his true mate will doom the kingdom." Jo blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up. "But I don't believe in fate," Sarah said, voice soft but steady. "I believe in free will. And I believe the true catastrophe would be him living without you." Jo’s chest ached. Tears burned the back of her eyes. Sarah leaned in closer, her hand brushing Jo’s cheek. "You don't have to fight this alone," she said. "But you do have to choose." Jo tried to swallow the lump in her throat. For the first time in a long time, someone was giving her a choice, not a command, not an order. A real choice.

Then, seconds later: “ Great, sSaturday. You choose where.” Three question marks from a man nervous enough that his first reaction had been pure punctuation, the involuntary slip of someone who had asked for something that mattered and hadn’t been sure he’d get it. Followed by the easy generosity of “you choose,” from someone who understood how much control meant to her.

Malcolm watched, eyes flickering like he couldn't help it, even if he'd never say it out loud. "You used to be high-society," he said. "If you married me, you could've stayed home, played housewife. Why bother learning any of this?" *** Lumi slipped on a piece and scoffed. "No wonder this stuff's selling. You talk a big game. Too bad all you can do is hawk it—bet it's 'nothing' like the ones you actually design." I raised a brow, then smiled. "Appreciate the compliment. Hate to break it to you, but the piece you're wearing? I designed it."

I'm sure the thought running In their minds were 'If he didn't get the highest score, then who did'. immediately Favour asked with a raised brow "If you didn't get it then who did?" called it. Dili shrugged in ignorance. "It's true sef, Rica what about you?" Tobi asked. I diverted my eyes from their curious gazes, not really sure how they would all react to my answer.

LIFE WILL give you too many choices but you were not allowed to choose as many as you can or to choose nothing at all. There should be one to pick from all those choices but the reason for your decision will depend on you. After all, it will depend on you for choosing what you wanted, what you needed, and what you had to—as long as you chose only one. "So how do you choose flavor? Why are they all delicious?" Cinquain suddenly asked me as she jumped over her bed.

Mary looked at her. “Oh no, that is too much Bettina” she protested. “Not at all, it’s the bare necessity” Bettina said. “She is correct my friend, that is a standard wardrobe” Cheara agreed. “Let’s pick out the style of the dresses and the fabrics.” Mary was shown into a backroom where different styles of dresses were displayed on mannequins. Mary looked at them and after consulting with Bettina choose two different styles for her everyday dresses and two others for her fancy dresses. Then it was on to selecting the fabrics. Mary had no idea what to choose. It felt like it took her hours. Both Bettina and Cheara refused to tell her what to choose other than giving advice on what type of fab

she said as she smiled insanely. “Well what would you pick Kiara, wait and die horribly or kill yourself and die with your dignity intact?” she faced me with her insane smile as she asked. None, I would choose none, this is crazy, how exactly is this even a game at this is crazy, how exactly is this even a game at this point. “Is there even a right choice to this,” I responded as my heart raced. “Well what do you think,” she responded with a smile and then BANG!

Or kick me out of the pack? “We go again till you win.” He whispered. “It's either you do or you do. No way out.” And I understood the underlying meaning perfectly.