Novel The Choice Novels & Stories

QUEENETH’S POV The Choice the Moon Refused I make a third choice. It does not arrive like bravery. It arrives like refusal. Like something in me finally saying no to a story that has only ever ended in graves. The Moon does not approve. I feel that immediately. The pressure shifts, tightens, like a hand closing around my throat. This was not an option it prepared for. The world likes clean equations. Light and dark. Queen and counterweight. Love and loss.

His cane tapped softly against the marble. He stopped only a few feet away, his eyes searched my face, then my hands, then my feet, "What is this called?" My lips felt dry, "The Four Lives I Never Chose." He waited. I looked across the gardens, "The first girl grows up afraid of her own home. The second mistakes a cage for love," I swallowed, "The third finally finds someone worth loving... and never gets to keep him. And the last girl loses the only person who ever made her feel safe."

I massaged both of my temple because I am having vertigo right at this moment. "This is hard." I murmured. "But if you really don't want to get the opportunity, you can leave now." said Aiden without tearing his focus on the mirror. "What if I accept the deal?" both of them looked at me in chorus. "Well, congrats," he greeted lifelessly. "Your life is in my hand now." there is an emphasis in Chairman's voice. Do I make the right choice or not?

‎ ‎Some chose to begin new choices. ‎ ‎Some chose to complete old ones. ‎ ‎Some chose to change the nature. ‎ ‎Some chose to keep the truth. ‎ ‎All chose. ‎ ‎The manor was not a manor. ‎ ‎It was choice. ‎ ‎Its walls the memory of every choice ever made. ‎ ‎Its hearth the moment of choosing. ‎ ‎Its garden the possibility of every choice yet to come. ‎ ‎And at its heart, two essences—light and fire—were not watchers.

“What choice do I have?” “There is always a choice,” he insisted. He moved closer, his voice a bare breath near my ear. “He sees your value, Bren — he knows what it is to be blamed for the failures of others. He is building a new world, where strength isn’t about the pack you’re born into but the will you hold, and he has a place for you. But you must choose it.” “How?” I breathed, the word leaving me before I could stop it.

Julian had no idea what they were saying and smiling about. A play called, The Choice, was having its opening night. There were a few celebrities in attendance along with some of New York society. Julian got floor seats. It was the norm to get box seats for an occasion like this but Julian found that the box seats didn’t always have the best view of the stage. No one seemed to mind sitting on the ground floor.

"What are you talking about? What child?" Jonathan stood there in stunned disbelief. "Of course you wouldn't know. Back then, you were too busy comforting Natalie, telling me to stop making a scene. I called and begged you to save me, to save our baby. "But you chose Natalie instead. Jonathan, how do you have the nerve to ask for my forgiveness?" Seeing the shock on his face gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. "I… I didn't know. I'm sorry, Linda. I really didn't know."

" 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.

"You probably don't remember. Eight years ago, I was a high school screw-up. My dad shipped me off to some bootcamp-style boarding school. "Got jumped in an alley one night... you were the one who saved me. Called my family, waited with me till my mom showed up. "I was just some dumb kid, and you were this gorgeous girl taking care of me... "But you had Malcolm. Still, I don't like backing down. You weren't married, so I figured I had a shot. "That's why I worked my ass off to become the heir. Even got close to Malcolm just to stay near you. "So when I heard about their plan to humiliate you at the wedding... I knew that was it. My shot."

"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."