Second Choice Characters Novels & Stories

Kaela already briefed me on how to compose myself around them, so I just had to take note and try to remember the essentials. “So Shantel is the first chosen, she's wise, outspoken, reserved, and kind, she's like a mother figure, she hates being interrupted and appreciates someone willing to listen and…” “Learn.” Kaela completed. “Great start, keep it coming.” “Benedict is the second chosen, she's picky, precise, and impossible to impress, she hates long talk and believes in the logical part of everything.” Kaela nodded, “Correct.” I heaved a long breath, sighing, “Ares is the third chosen, she's an observer, not much of a speaker. She tends to be very blunt when she speaks and has strong li

Stepping inside the cell with him, I looked out of the corner of my eye to see that Heather was watching me closely, and I knew I had to give the best performance of my life if I wanted her to buy, what I was about to do. Looking Charles straight in the eyes, I say to him, “I am offering you two different paths here. The first path is you can reject Heather as your mate since she is not forthcoming with information on helping me save your Luna. Or you can choose the second path, which is you can die for your mate’s treason. The choice is up to you.” “You can’t do this to him, he’s innocent.” Heather begins to plead as she moves to the bars between the two cells, but I ignore her and continue

They were impressed with the speed. The second question was a three-option question. The screen showed three characters from The Powerpuff Girls. The characters were a reading Buttercup, a dressed-up Blossom, and a napping Bubbles. Ambrose didn't even think twice before choosing the napping Bubbles. He didn't know why. But, he always felt that Larissa was the kind of person who liked to lounge at home. Sure enough, at the same time, Larissa also chose the napping Bubbles.

“I choose my mother.” Lucien raised his. “I choose Sophia.” Adrian lowered his head. “I choose not to be your weapon.” Death spoke: “I choose life.” Noah: “I choose uncertainty.” The Devil King: “I choose redemption.” One by one every character chose something the Reader had not written. The book began tearing itself apart. The Reader screamed: “STOP!” Sophia looked at him. “You wanted a story.” She stepped forward. “We gave you one.” She raised her hand. “But you forgot something.”

Until that moon goddess Diana created life on Earth and she got everyone's reverence. 'Guys, we know what to do?' Shiva, the one who defeated me in the realm, spoke at the back of my head. I kept turning around, acting vigilant for any move that they were going to make. 'You are doing great, Jaque, my dearest!' Thorin, my first choice of a descendant but who also betrayed me was here. I growled at him while looking down on the ground. He growled back in his wolf form. The five alphas surrounded me on the ground.

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.

He was the kind of guy that could break the tension no matter where he was or what was going on. “The next order of business is whether or not you want to continue with the Lamia rank. If so, you need to choose yours because the Lamia heirs are still far too young to take over for their parents. You can always keep Tinsley, Brianna, and Bronx. Or you can choose your own. We’ve spoken with those three and they will support whatever you decide,” Dad explained.

"... Maybe, but this is hardly a regression, this is an evolution. So, my little toy, are you ready to bite the forbidden fruit?" |Character selection activated: | |Select your Avatar 0/1 | "...You wicked snake, let's get this over quickly." I held out my hand in return and thus followed a handshake marking a turning point in the course of the world. |Character selection activated: | |Select your Avatar 1/1 |

They lowered their weapons and stepped back. Daniel stood in the middle of the red carpet, breathing hard. He looked worse than he had a month ago. Dark circles under his eyes. Stubble on his chin. His jacket looked like it had been stuffed in a trunk. He opened his mouth, and his voice came out rough. "Alessandra... you are the De Luca heiress?" I did not answer. He stepped forward. "I was wrong. I should not have canceled our appointment. I should not have taken Megan to Miami. I should not have taken your project away in front of everyone. Please give me one more chance. Eight years—"

" I leaned close and whispered into her ear, like a devil's murmur. Beatrice stared at me with wide eyes. My words seemed to give her courage. She took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and finally placed the call. "Hello—" But the moment the line connected and before the person on the other end could finish speaking, she abruptly hung up and flung the phone aside. "No. Sebastian, I can agree to anything else, but not this! If he goes to prison, his life will be over." I already knew what she'd choose. Smiling, I walked over slowly and bent down to pick up the phone. "Do you see it now? You're torn between two people. Beatrice, that isn't real love. If you've chosen him, don't come back. It'l