Selection Book Novels & Stories

I chuckled as the tears continued to fall and the rumble in his chest made me grow comfortable with staying in that position where nothing else mattered. His smile hit me, the blinding light behind it illuminating the lining of the stars in my universe to fall for him. Only intensifying the wanton need I had for him. I knew I should have been upset over blaming myself for thinking I lost his book, but I was glad that this was happening. "Although I loved all his poems . . . there's one that really stood out to me," he said taking the book out of my hands to flip through it. He eventually placed it back into my hands and I'm met with the words THE CHOICE staring back at me.

“My father said I’d never have one. But Oliver says he wants to be my boyfriend. I said yes but... I’m not sure what that means.” “Well, typically, a boy asks a girl out like that if he thinks she’s pretty. Which you are, very much so. You will have many boys chasing after you, you just have to choose the right one.” “How do I know which is the right one?” Maia wondered. “It will be the one you love.” Mr. Sween put a hand on her leg. “What’s love?” Maia asked, never hearing that word before, causing Mr. Sween’s heart to ache.

“ My pater said there are some party outfits for us. I know where they ’ve been left, so do n’t worry about your clothes you're wearing. ” She explained. Party outfits? Oh, Goddess, please do n’t be a dress. We all dispersed and went before trees. I stripped my clothes off before shifting. I snappily put the mind block back over. It ’ll only be seven am there, so I misdoubt he'd have been awake. I rounded the tree and glanced around. I saw three wolves came into view. Lillian’s wolf is a stunning night blue. She towers over Mila’s wolf, but she’s a little lower than Mateo’s. She took off running, and we followed. We ran for about 10 twinkles until we reached a huge house. It

But she didn’t. "Yes," she said seriously. "The Book Club is a good choice." “What?” I stared at her in disbelief . "You want me to join the Book Club?" "You’ll have to," she said firmly. "That’s the only path left if you want to graduate with your class." "Mom..." I groaned. “I don't think I can join that nerdy shit.” "Kael." Her expression turned stern. “That nerdy shit is your only ticket out of school.”

Anguish begins to seep into my chest that’s nearly stifling. “I need to find a different book,” I tell her. I mean it’s true. I do need a book. But it can wait for another day. I don’t need it right this second. For this class. I guess any excuse to step away at this point is a good one. She doesn’t believe me anyway, sucking her teeth and trying again to call me back. The reassuring smile on my face is what keeps her from coming after me. And I walk off down the aisle of books, needing a minute to myself.

I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.

His family held status and wealth and old blood that ran so deep it almost rivaled my own. But even if Ryle was drop dead handsome and had the charisma to match, I felt no strong emotions for him whatsoever. And I know that didn't matter when choosing someone to rule a kingdom with you. As my father so often reminded me. But it should to some extent matter if you like who you choose to lay beside everyday, must it not? "Ryle has an entire roster of women who would literally kill for him. But I think he can be loyal if he gets what he wants." Cadsie shrugged. "Dogs do behave when they're given treats."

They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and would be reported back to Dante, to Chelsea, to the architecture of the school that made their private becoming public property. Grayson didn't care. Or he cared and chose anyway, the distinction he'd offered her applied to himself. He walked her to her next class. Held her hand in the hallway, the performance of coupledom that was also real, also chosen, also the only way through the game that wasn't a game. At her classroom door, she stopped. Looked at him with the observation he couldn't name, the calculation that was also wonder. "Chelsea said you're the first to choose me

I reopened that post and messaged the girl who wrote it. She replied not long after. We agreed to meet at a small coffee shop downtown. She was tiny, thin, and dressed in simple clothes. She looked like she was still in school. I could see the grievance, mixed with quiet anger, in her gaze. After getting her permission, I asked her to walk me through everything: how her ex had lied to her and how she found out about the whole selection game. She had already gathered a stack of evidence. I recognized her ex right away. He was one of the guys in Fred's group chat. I had met him before; he was polite and soft-spoken, the kind of guy people trusted at first glance.

Christian's POV Walking into my Dad's office was really nerve wracking but I know I have to do this. I could see my Mom calmly looking at me while my Dad signalled me to sit. I took my seat and looked at my Dad in the eyes trying not to get intimidated by him. The room was quiet, too quiet. "I am willing to do the selection " I said before watching my parents looks go from surprised to unconvinced. "but.. " I said seeing my Dad smirking like he didn't expect me to agree that easily. "But what Son?" he asked "I have conditions" i said gulping a little. "Go on" he replied "I get to make every decisions concerning the selection, if I find someone I like or connect with , I g