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"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

Jinyan pulled me into his arms, his coat wrapping around both of us, his heart beating a steady, defiant rhythm against my ear. We are the rulers of New Macau. We are a love story that just chose the fire over the cage. But as the shadows lengthen and the Spire grows cold, I realize that the Exile’s Choice was only the first test of our endurance. If you choose a beautiful death over a hollow life, have you truly won—or have you just given your enemies the silence they wanted? (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Rate | leave your reviews |

Most whores didn't become a whore because they wanted to — Life made them one. We can't choose our destiny — it was already written. But the only thing we can do is edit, make amends, and shove a middle finger on the face of FATE! "FUCK LIFE, YOU WON!" THIS NOVEL IS WRITTEN BY ME — RF EWELE DAUGHTER OF A CHILD PREDATOR WHO WANTED TO PROVE TO LIFE THAT I DIDN'T CHOOSE MY DESTINY — BUT I CAN EDIT IT TO MY TASTE! Bye for now 💕

The attic flickered, Etienne’s face flashing: her face, younger, before cancer, before lies. Marco, weak but awake, crawled to us, silver scars glowing. “It’s not after regret. It’s after choice. Lila’s choice to run. Mamá’s to lie. Elena’s to love. Alexander’s to wager. Mine to rewrite. We choose the ending.” The thread split, forming a new page: LILA MOREAU: THE CHOICE. I saw it, two paths. Run: Let the thread take me, save the others, balance the ledger with my life.

Choice said adjusting her newly stitched silk gown of cream white color twirling like a little girl. “ Hm … let’s hope that this book given by Mr. Camel proves to be a useful one.” Murmured Destiny while Choice was busy in her own wonderland.

I chuckled as the tears continued to fall and the rumble in his chest made me grow comfortable with staying in that position where nothing else mattered. His smile hit me, the blinding light behind it illuminating the lining of the stars in my universe to fall for him. Only intensifying the wanton need I had for him. I knew I should have been upset over blaming myself for thinking I lost his book, but I was glad that this was happening. "Although I loved all his poems . . . there's one that really stood out to me," he said taking the book out of my hands to flip through it. He eventually placed it back into my hands and I'm met with the words THE CHOICE staring back at me.

Leonard looked up and glanced at me with a complicated look in his eyes. He patted Yelena's back gently. "Let's go home." I stood rooted to the spot and was awash with a myriad of emotions as I watched them hold each other and leave. Melody came up to me and asked softly, "Are you okay?" I nodded and emptied the glass at once. "Did you know?" Melody sighed. "There's a story behind Yelena's miscarriage." I raised my brows. "What do you mean?" "I heard it somewhere." Melody lowered her voice as she continued, "Yelena didn't go for a checkup that day. Instead, she went to get abortion medication from a doctor."

The room stayed silent because now It was no longer about finding the Founder Or tracking a location, or running data It was about one decision And the cost of that decision Yvonne took a slow breath And for the first time She realized something that made her heart sink even deeper No matter what she chooses She will lose something and this time It might be something she can never get back The Founder did not ask for control He demanded a choice The mission Or the woman she loves and care about. And as the room waited for Yvonne to decide. One truth became clear. Some choices do not have a right answer. Only consequences. And whatever she says next Will decide who survives this. And who does