Novel The Choice Novels & Stories

** {Anika’s POV} I was confused about the choice I had to make— muddled by the options presented before me. The West and South were no-go-areas as both Divisions were creeping with Ferals— so I’ve heard. Hence, I had to choose between the North and the East to go find Ciril, whereby if I chose wrongly, I may never find her in time before the Reigns came crashing down. It had been a confusing choice to make but I had to make one. And now, I was standing on the soil born from the choice I had made— and hopefully it was the right choice.

I drove Dime and me over to the closest Barnes and Noble, “Books, books, books,” Dime sang as we parked “I see we are excited,” I laughed as Dime quickly opened her door “Well, of course,” Dime said. We entered the store and separated so we could look at the books we wanted, I headed to the fiction adventure section while Dime went to the romance section. “Let’s see here,” I whispered to myself as I looked for the books I wanted “Is there anything I can help you with?” a voice asked from behind me

It reeked of luxury with gold pamphlets hung on the wall. We continue to walk through various paths. Each path had people in it. Could be guards or maids or little children. It wasn't like a castle but more of a home for the homeless, looking at how big and fully occupied it was. "Wait here!" Belwis says and walks through a door. "Wow." I gasp thinking of how cool it would be to be able to walk through a door. "This is different." Jay utters suddenly. I caress his chin lovingly. Even if he tried hard not to show it, I knew he was stressed and confused. It just seems the further we go, the more confusing it gets.

"Sorry, but your time is up. You've failed the mission, and you can't try anymore," the mysterious voice of the system told me as I stood outside the grand wedding hall. Inside, Patrick Smith and Lucia Jones were sharing a kiss on stage. Patrick was the last guy I was supposed to win over. However, like the rest, I did not succeed. When I first arrived in this world, the system promised me a deal—if I could win the heart of just one of the four guys it picked for me within 25 years, I would get to go back to my real life.

Cole and Lila could feel existence narrowing, shrinking, losing the infinite potential they had fought so hard to protect. And then they saw it—Certainty’s book was not just made of reality. It was the very first choice ever made, the choice that had brought existence into being. And if Certainty had its way, it would rewrite that choice, turning all existence into a single, fixed path with only one end. But to stop them, Cole and Lila would have to do the one thing they were forbidden from doing—they would have to make a choice for all existence. A choice that would either save freedom or bind everything to certainty forever.

--- So this was it. --- The choice. --- Power— Or everything else. --- The external voice cut in again. --- “Decision required.” --- Elena clenched her fists. --- “You want me to choose,” she said. --- “Yes.” --- “Control… or loss.” --- “Yes.” --- Her breathing grew heavier. --- Her thoughts sharper. --- Faster. --- “This isn’t a choice,” she said. --- “Incorrect.” --- The word hit harder this time. --- “This is the only choice.” ---

he went on and on warning everyone that we should be careful and shouldn’t roam around alone until the police catch the murderer. I didn’t listen to the entire speech still thinking about the cruelty of our world. People treat others as if they are nothing, destroying themselves as well as others. How can they do it, how can they kill someone so easily? But I could never understand why they do these things. Some people say that these people are mentally sick but are our minds so weak that we become mentally ill? Or is it that they could stop themselves but simply gave up every urge to be human. I believe that we can choose not to do these things and saying that they were ill is just making e

"Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it." Grace's mouth twisted. "You're still just second-rate, Eleanor. Don't pretend you're some philosopher." Her heels clicked away. The door stayed open. Dante was standing in the frame, holding something. He didn't step inside. He put it on the table. The pink diamond ring. "No more two choices. It's yours." I looked at it. Cold. Once, I'd dreamed of him choosing something just for me. He was still giving me Grace's things.

In my last life, I chose to marry Julian, the man I’d adored for years. He betrayed me and tormented me until my dying day. Reborn, I found myself back at the moment the Don asked for my choice. Without hesitation, I pointed to Damien, the man rumored to be a sickly cripple. "The choice has been made." I walked out of Don Alistair’s study, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. The candlelight in the hallway flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.