Novel The Choice Novels & Stories

Julian had no idea what they were saying and smiling about. A play called, The Choice, was having its opening night. There were a few celebrities in attendance along with some of New York society. Julian got floor seats. It was the norm to get box seats for an occasion like this but Julian found that the box seats didn’t always have the best view of the stage. No one seemed to mind sitting on the ground floor.

In the dream, the pathetic fool that I was, crying while wrapped in animal skins, controlled the fire with trembling fingers until I fainted beside the cauldron. ... I slept deeply and woke up exhausted. When I opened my eyes again, the captain of the guard announced that we had arrived at the Northern Ice Plains Territory. I took off my eye mask and looked at the outline of the unfamiliar ice castle outside the window. There was no longer any humility or love in my eyes. Only cold clarity remained. The Elena who only burned herself for Lucas had died during the long journey.

"You probably don't remember. Eight years ago, I was a high school screw-up. My dad shipped me off to some bootcamp-style boarding school. "Got jumped in an alley one night... you were the one who saved me. Called my family, waited with me till my mom showed up. "I was just some dumb kid, and you were this gorgeous girl taking care of me... "But you had Malcolm. Still, I don't like backing down. You weren't married, so I figured I had a shot. "That's why I worked my ass off to become the heir. Even got close to Malcolm just to stay near you. "So when I heard about their plan to humiliate you at the wedding... I knew that was it. My shot."

Well all their families were pretty much well-off and known there is that. My breath pace quickened. There was no way in hell I was going there. I was probably only going to embarrass myself, and I didn't want to do that in front of Dili. I turned to the entrance door abandoning the order I made. Sure I might have already paid for that, but let's face the fact, I wasn't really going to eat it. What can I say, old habits die hard. Making my way to the door I was stopped a voice. "Ahn Fatty you've finally decided to crawl out of that library?" That all to familiar nickname made me to pause and turn back. Now looking back? I see that, that wasn't a very wise decision at that time.

“Phil, calm down. Listen, you already knew I was struggling with all of this when we sat down and talked. The things I have seen in my life, we are not all that different. I’m not saying what you went through was not worse cause it sounds like it was awful and I am so thankful I didn’t have a childhood like you did but I very well could have! If it hadn’t been for you, for her time with you, I probably would have ended up having something bad happen. Even after she died, if it hadn’t been for you, I would have been in that same system so like I told you, I am so thankful that you came and got us that night, that you saved me too.” “If you are so thankful, so grateful then why can’t you just

The river went on behind them, carrying its lights south in the way it always had, indifferent to the small specific weight of two people moving away from it toward something that was, finally, neither fate nor coincidence nor the forty-seven seconds nor the nine years, but simply a choice — made deliberately, on a Friday night, by a man who had learned what it cost to leave the phone face down. He had turned it over. He was still turning it over. End of Chapter Thirty

Hello everyone! I hope you have all been well. I wanted to check in to see how you all feel about this novel. I have been feeling the need to go through and rewrite this book. New storyline will possibly be written, but the characters will remain the same. So... What do you all think? Would you all like a new rewrite of The Chosen, or would you all prefer that I leave it the same? -Tegan

The light in front of me dimmed, fading out bit by bit, until the crashing waves swallowed my weak cries whole. I reached out, fingers straining for the life ring just a few feet away, only to see Terry Vargas step in and puncture it with a needle, destroying my last chance. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared me down. "You killed the girl I loved most. I hope you enjoy this living hell." When he saw me stop fighting, finally going still, he turned and walked away, satisfied.

He never had been. But still, I did it. I gave him the chance to come clean, to walk away and let everything settle. Not because I was weak, but because I wanted to be fair. Wanted to believe there was still some chance for that, some place for logic and negotiation. But fairness doesn’t work in this world. Not when you’re up against people like Diego. He had no interest in fairness. He only wanted power, control. And in the end, it was clear that if I hadn’t been as bold as I was, I wouldn’t have made it out of that room.

"How could you say something like that? She lost her uterus saving my life! I owe her a debt for life—and so do you!" The sight of him desperately defending her crushed the last bit of strength in me. After a long silence, I said quietly, "River Grayson, you'd better hope you'll never regret this." With that, I picked up my bag, turned on my heel, and went straight to the hospital. That very day, I gave up our baby. … From the joy of discovering I was pregnant to the agony of losing my baby, barely more than a month had passed. But deep down, I knew I couldn't bring him into the world. A child who wasn't wanted never should have been born at all.