Paula Choice Steps Novels & Stories

"Even though I might hurt you. Even though I might become her. Even though I might not know the difference until it's too late." "I already chose you," he said. "In the hallway. When I ran into you. When I researched your coffee. When I—" He stopped, smiled, the crooked version that reached his eyes. "When I let you teach me to skate on ice that might not hold. I've been choosing you. I just didn't know it was a choice until Chelsea made it sound like one." They sat in the library, holding hands, performing choice for anyone who observed, and Grayson felt the shift—the power of public declaration, the risk of commitment, the freedom of wanting without guarantee.

She scrunches her nose. "Yeah. We'll tell her she could either let you live your life the way you want away from her and her clique or her parents find out everything." "What if it doesn't work? What if she doesn't care?" "She will. You'll make her care." I say firmly. Paula's out of English class, strutting towards us. She notices me first, a knowing smirk crossing her face. She's winning. She gets Dylan. Focus Camilla. This is about Miranda. Speaking of which, her gaze crosses over and Paula's demeanour switches to annoyance.

“You want to keep the baby? fine!! Don’t get rid of it, become a surrogate Mother, Your child will have the best of everything, a good life, a better life than what you can offer it, think about it” Stephanie swallowed hard. “Get out,” she said calmly. “You do not want to battle me Steph, you do not. You don’t have the means to!, think about my offer, If it’s more money you want, I can give you” Paul said calmly and walked to the door then he turned “Never do something permanently foolish because you are temporarily upset” with that he left, but not before glancing at her face. Seeing her like that broke him, he didn’t understand why. She was probably crying at the prospect of not being with

His gaze met mine, and I could see the determination in his eyes. “You know better than anyone that I don’t get easily swayed by anyone, Nicole. Gramps may have a soft spot for you, but I chose Selina,” he stated firmly, making it clear to Nicole that he was done with the games. In that moment, I felt empowered, more than I had in a long time. This was more than just a contract, it was a partnership built on trust and strength. As Nicole stormed off, I could feel Sebastian’s warmth beside me, grounding me.

Tony paced while keeping his eyes on me, "You tricked me didn't you!" Tony shouted as he pointed his finger at me, his eyes flaring with anger, "I didn't, please Tony, I really choose you because you were stronger and better than Drew," I pleaded, really trying to convince Tony to keep my plan in action. Tony faltered for a second after my pleading, but he continued his pacing and thought process, "But you came over to me too quickly, there's no way you actually fell for me as you said, there's just no way," Tony mutter under his breath while I watched the blue and red lights flicker outside the window,

A Pause Then “Understood.” That Was New She wasn’t resisting. She was aligning “You see?” the other Anna said softly. “This is what we’re supposed to be.” I Tilted My Head Slightly Studying her now. Really seeing her “No,” I said. A pause “This is what you chose to become.” Something Flickered in Her Eyes The first real crack. “We don’t have a choice,” she replied. I Stepped Closer Now we were only a few steps apart. “There’s always a choice.”

She didn't want to lose a second time. The person in the panda suit got impatient as Chloe didn't reply for a long time. He said impatiently, "Why is it so hard for you to pick between your daughter and stepdaughter? Since that's the case, I'll decide for you. Cut both the ropes!" "No! I choose Marina," Chloe shrieked. The guests were dumbfounded. "Did my ears deceive me? She actually chose the stepdaughter?" "So there's actually a mother who doesn't love her daughter? My eyes have been opened."

--- Outnumbered— --- Not just in bodies. --- In probability. --- In outcomes. --- In options. --- She exhaled slowly. --- Centering herself. --- Because panic— --- Would end this immediately. --- “You said you learned choice,” she said. --- A pause. --- “Then prove it.” --- The figures paused. --- Not stopped— --- But delayed. --- Processing. --- “Choice has been optimized,” they replied. --- Elena shook her head once. --- “No.” --- A beat. ---

She said and I stared at her with partial disbelief. — Partial because a part of me felt like I understood what she was talking about. “You’re only alive now because of you. You still have your life because you flipped the tables— And from today, you are going to be the one who will be taking lives and deciding who lives.” She said passionately but I was only more muddled up in her words. “I don’t.. understand. What does any of this mean.” I muttered and she did that weird thing again. She smiled. “It means you’re Chosen.”

Vera didn't believe me. To her, I was the good one. Obedient. Quiet. The girl who never fought back. But being good was the only way anyone loved me. Grace was the sun. Everyone orbited around her. I scraped for scraps, learned to shrink, to make myself small. That was the only way to get Dante and my parents to glance my way. I was done shrinking. The next morning, Dante took me to see the wedding venue. I headed for the passenger door. He pulled me back. "Eleanor. That's Grace's seat.Grace wants to see a property nearby too. She's coming with us."