Novel The Choice Novels & Stories

I didn’t know what I wanted… "You can leave now—I’m giving you that choice. But if you say yes, there’s no turning back." He whispered softly, lips brushing my ear. A choice. He was giving me a choice—not like my father or anyone else who’d been in my life, not like the man who forced me into marriage even though we’d never met. This man was giving me a choice. And I had my answer. "Show me your room," I murmured. ***

Beneath the forgotten years— She already knew there had been a choice. And she was beginning to remember exactly why she had made it. As the first page fell silent— the second page of The Last Choice slowly began to turn on its own.

couldn’t remove this. “You cannot exist without structure,” it said. The words strained. because now it was wrong. “I don’t need your structure,” I said. The words clear. finally “I just need to choose.” The space shattered. violently. everything shifting. everything breaking free. zayden’s hand tightened. strong. real. and for one second everything came back. movement. breath. choice. but then the presence changed. not retreating. not stopping. transforming. because now it understood something worse. If it couldn’t remove choice and it couldn’t control it then it didn’t need to fight it. It could become it.

Jane's POV Jane layed on her bed facing the ceiling in confusion and smiling weakly at her self. "What did I ever do wrong to deserve this? And here I was thinking that my life was perfect not knowing that i have been sold to an unknown buyer, a prince. And I am expected to be happy. I thought I was free least did I expect that my fate had been decided all this while. I don't even know how to feel and here I was thinking that i would go out, fall in love and have a mate, someone the goddess would direct to me but no I already have a husband all for royalty!"

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.

I stared at him for a long time. "Will you keep your word?" "I will." I was silent for a while, then sighed. "Fine. Just one dinner." His eyes lit up. In that instant, he looked as if he had received the greatest gift in the world. "Okay! What do you want to eat? I know a place nearby-" "Anything. You choose." He chose a quiet restaurant nearby. The lighting was warm, and the private room held only the two of us. He sat across from me, his eyes never leaving my face.

Hot blood trickled down the knife handle. Monica called out one last time with tears in her eyes, "Milo..." When I heard the news, Kaylee and I were vacationing on an exotic sunny island. I had already promised my daughter that I would never marry again. Instead, I would continue my family's legacy by expanding the business further before eventually passing it into her capable hands.

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

But I found solace in the quiet corners of the library, where I could lose myself in novels and the endless sea of academic texts. I was always the quiet one, the girl who preferred the company of books over people. The library became my sanctuary, a place where I could escape the noise and chaos of campus life. It wasn’t that I disliked people; I just felt more comfortable in my own world, where stories came alive on the pages of my favorite books.

He pulled back slightly and wiped away my tears. “That’s what I meant when I said you saved my life again,” he said softly, resting his forehead against mine. Aryk interrupted our moment. “You passed one of the hardest tests for any sorcerer. You could have easily chosen the path she’d shown you – the path to darkness and power.” He looked at the two of us. “You chose love and light, even at the risk of harm. Many seasoned sorcerers would have fallen for that trick. It’s not always easy to see the truth.”