Novel The Choice Novels & Stories

' Erina raised her voice, the last few words; her sound was somewhat muffled. I swallowed my saliva, licked my dry lips, and smiled. 'I don't die that easily; my vitality is stronger than a cockroach's...' After that sentence, Eirna and I were both silent. My mood also dropped; more than anyone else, I understood what was happening beyond my control, and I was constantly worried to the point of losing sleep every night. At first, I wanted to borrow Elmer as a shield to keep me safe, and then I would find a chance to escape. But I discovered I was too naive, not to mention running away from the Pack; I couldn't even step out of this house without Elmer's orders. Day by day, I felt that hiding

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

he lets out angrily, voicing out his frustration. “That is my decision, Edmond. I do not owe you an explanation for my decision. If you had brought a decent girl like Nicole here, maybe I would have given you my approval and let you have the company. But you chose her and I have to be sure that she is not a gold-digger before I give you my blessings!” he scolded him furiously, making Nicole so proud and excited to be named as the chosen one.

"…you’ll have to choose which side you’re on before the pyre is lit again." I stared at Josefina in silence for far too long. Blood pounded in my temples. Max and Icarus stood behind me like armed shadows, but in that moment, all I saw was her—and everything she represented. I straightened. "You want me to choose?" My voice came out low, rough. "Then listen carefully, because I’ll only say this once." I took a step forward. "I choose my side." Josefina arched a brow, surprised. My voice trembled slightly, but not from fear. From anger. From exhaustion.

One of them then placed a foot on Kevin's face. I looked down at him, my voice chilling. "Kevin, consider this your last warning." With that, I walked away, leaving his cries behind, leaving the past I'd once known buried in the dust. After Kevin was taken to the police station, I eventually heard the news—he had jumped to his death, unable to pay his debts. But that no longer mattered to me. At that moment, I was backstage, holding a bouquet of flowers, nervously waiting for my bride. Today was my wedding day. My bride had been introduced to me by my parents—a well-matched young woman, gentle, kind, and intelligent. She was someone I could partner with in business and life, someone who coul

A small taint on an otherwise unremarkable soul - the sort usually recorded with two dates and some pithy little annotation in Azrael's neat Copperplate. Not even within sniffing distance of Hell from downwind, that was for sure. Oh no. You had to work hard to earn a hole down there. Most of the dead simply get to make the Choice - when they are ready. What is the Choice, you ask? Technically, I suppose, there are three. You could choose to go back to the World - forget everything and be born again, in the most accurate and exact sense of the phrase.

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.

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

Brie Larson. I could only imagine what she would do to me if I talked to her about it. It could be anything really, she could rant, or she could remain silent and look at me with her eyes blazing. I didn't relish the idea of asking her, but I knew it was necessary. I had no other choice. No matter how much I hate her, and the depth of her disdain for me, she was the best choice. The only choice. So I thought about it all night, tossing and turning in bed, and by morning I was absolutely certain I had no other choice. After a slightly busy schedule the next day, I called her into my office later that afternoon.