Novel The Choice Novels & Stories

" Alex stepped forward, placing himself squarely in front of me and Natalie. His tall figure stood firm, like a mountain that couldn’t be shaken. "Charles," he said calmly, his voice carrying unquestionable authority, "you need to take responsibility for your choices instead of clinging to someone who no longer loves you." Charles stood there, stunned. His eyes were hollow, staring into nothingness, as if all the strength had finally drained from his body.

"I said I'd accept you as my mate. Three days—the bonding ceremony will happen. Play nice. Accept Allison, and we'll all get along fine. Otherwise—I can make history repeat itself." My heart seized. My hand drifted to my belly without thinking. So he remembered too. Damian was also reborn. Luna Queen tried to stop him, but he walked out without a backward glance. Abandoned at my own Choosing Ceremony. The pity in everyone's eyes was suffocating. But I didn't rage. I smiled. Then I turned to Luna Queen. "Luna Queen, the pact was simple. I had to choose between your two sons. I never said I had to pick Damian."

' 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.

"Thomas, I knew you still loved me! Believe me, I won't do this again. I swear!" "Giselle." When she heard me call her name, her eyes lit up with hope. But my next words extinguished that light immediately. I looked at her seriously. "If you left me because I couldn't offer you a better life, I wouldn't blame you. I'd even wish you well. But you should never have lied to me. If you have feelings for Kevin, that's your choice, but you shouldn't have lied to me, claiming the child was mine. You should've told me you guys were getting married too, instead of letting me work tirelessly to buy you things."

“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.

He always seemed to see the spaces between words. “You don’t have to tell me anything,” he said. “Just know I’m here.” I nodded, grateful. I turned a page, forcing myself to focus on the text. Jo March’s words blurred, but the familiarity steadied me. “Do you ever think about choice?” I asked suddenly. Jacob tilted his head. “All the time.” I glanced at him. “Real choice. Not the kind that’s already decided for you.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “What does it look like to you?”