Seventeen Your Choice Novels & Stories

" He looked at Vanessa with open approval, barely bothering to hide it. Clearly, he had heard the rumors too. Clearly, he understood why Ethan had chosen our company. Before I even left the office, I knew my team's proposal would probably be treated as a formality. Against Vanessa, I was most likely just the runner-up arranged to make the competition look fair. Outside the office, Vanessa stopped in front of me. We stood face to face. I met her gaze. She smiled. It was smug, bright, and completely certain. "Sophie, may the best team win." But her face said she already knew who would win. Between the two of us, Ethan would always choose her. I watched her walk away, then turned in the opposit

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

As I walked away, my heart raced, my mind spinning. Because this wasn’t avoidance anymore. This was a choice. And I had a feeling that whatever we were stepping into it was going to demand more from us than we were ready to give. At seventeen, love didn’t ask politely. It pulled. And it didn’t let go easily.

"About destiny. About universal plan. I don't know if any of that is real. If any of that exists. What I know. What I believe. Is choice. We chose. Every day. Every moment. Every challenge. We chose each other. Chose family. Chose love. Chose differently than we could have. Differently than we were expected to. Differently than seemed possible. We chose. That's what created this. Not fate. Choice. Consistent. Daily. Difficult. Choice." "So we're not special?" Elena asked from Florence. "Not destined? Not meant to be? Just. Random? Lucky? Accidental?" "You're not accidental," Sienna said firmly. "You're chosen. Intentionally. Deliberately. Wanted. You're the result of choices we made. Choices

Ten years after fragment release. Network had established tradition. The Choice Ceremony. Every child turning sixteen faced decision. Stay physical or transition to between. Become body-human or consciousness-human. Choose which humanity they'd be. Not forced. Never forced. But expected. Cultural norm. Rite of passage. Moment when childhood ended and chosen-humanity began. Kira's daughter Sera was first. First second-generation child reaching sixteen. First born-after-apocalypse teenager facing Choice. Entire network gathered. Physical community in clearing. Between community present through bridges. Everyone watching. Everyone waiting. Everyone witnessing.

“Don’t Jamie me. I’m not twelve. I don’t need either of you fighting about what’s best for me.” He looked at Julian, then Levi. His voice shook, but his hands were fists at his sides. “I choose for myself. And I choose him.” Julian’s lungs emptied. Levi’s face shattered. “You don’t mean that,” Levi whispered. “I do,” Jamie said. “And if you can’t accept it, then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” The silence that followed was unbearable. Julian wanted to reach for Jamie, but he stayed still. This wasn’t his victory. It wasn’t even about him.

Without her interference, the past few days had been peaceful. Jason was doing his best to help me forget all the unpleasant things, and I'd decided—for the sake of our baby—to start looking forward. We took the time to choose a name for our baby. We wandered the aisles of a maternity store, picking out vitamins and supplements. We even tried the new restaurant that just opened. "Jason," I said one day, stepping into the kitchen with a travel magazine in hand, "Independence Day is our four-year anniversary. Let's go to Bodrein City to have some fun!"

After taking the knife from him, they beat him relentlessly, fists and feet landing with brutal force. I frowned as I looked at Kevin, who was now on the ground, pleading for mercy. I said coldly, "What happened to you had nothing to do with me. You brought this on yourselves. Without me, your empire wouldn't have lasted this long. Bankruptcy was inevitable. You'd be better off accepting that reality. Here's some advice: Take care of your parents and don't come looking for trouble again. If you do, I won't be so kind next time."

“I don’t really have a choice” “You could always come join my pack”

Knox grins. After everything they just did and the state I'm in because of it, how can I possibly say no? "Do I even have a choice?" "There's always a choice, Baby Doll...." "As long as you make the right one." Jory smiles goofily. "And I suppose 'yes' is the right choice in this instance?" I raise a brow, and they all answer in unison. "Yes!"