Novel The Choice Novels & Stories

"The Author designed framework. Rules. Constraints. But did the Author design choice? Free will? The ability for consciousness to genuinely decide instead of just following probability? What if choice is the one thing that emerged without being authored? And what if we can prove it by—" She stopped. Reality shuddered. Something was manifesting in response to her words. Something that should not exist. Something that violated every rule the Author had written. "What have you done?" the Author whispered. And Choice itself opened its eyes.

I didn't. Not because nothing went wrong. Things went wrong. Because every choice I made from the lecture hall forward was made from the full knowledge of what I was not choosing, and the choosing was real, and the choosing was mine, and the choosing was right. That is what the second life was for. The choosing. Sixty-four years of the choosing. Every single day. She closes the notebook. From across the room, Ethan: "Written?" "Written," she says. "The answer?" "The answer," she confirms.

“You were built from the absence of choice.” Around her, the world reshaped. The boundary-space thinned. She stood not in void now, but in a library without walls, each book titled with a choice she never knew she had. “What is this?” she asked. The figure—her unchosen self—ran a hand across a shelf made of loss. “This is where the first sentence truly began. Not when you were named. When you were erased.”

** {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.

Let me just start by saying my name is Sapphire, I live with my father, mother, and two brothers. My father is a well-known CEO, he owns Walmart; my mother is a well-known fashion designer, she created Chanel. My parents expect us to follow in their footsteps, they want us to be well known so their image doesn’t go to waste. My older brother wants to be exactly like my mother, while my younger brother wants to be like my father. Now, I want to be like myself, I don’t want to be like my father or mother, I want to do my own thing. I want to be an author, I want to create books and fill my reader’s minds with crazy adventures and characters that my readers can connect to. My father doesn’t l

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.

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.