Seventeen Your Choice Novels & Stories

Her eyes, soft and full of longing, looked up at Nathan. "Nathan, I don't want to stay in the guest room. Is that okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, testing him. Nathan's frown deepened, and his lips parted to refuse. Then he saw the faint red around her eyes. His heart softened, and he said nothing. … When the plane landed in Holnia, Chris Muller was there to pick me up. When he was 18, Chris had been falsely accused of sexual assault after saving a girl and was sentenced to three years in prison. With a criminal record, no company would hire him.

As a choice. The best kind.

" Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you.... Hip, hip, hip Hurray!!!!!! The sounds and birthday wishes continues to ecoh in the room as I cut my cake and stole a bite Immediately, feeling the tasty ingredients. I couldn't feel anything but blessed. After the day's celebration, I retired to my room which was decorated with all kind of bright colors I could think of when I was decorating it. I could easily be mistaken to be an Omega wolf due to my aura but it really didn't bother me. I layed down looking at the ceilings trying to think of what the world would be like outside my father's house when I begin to build my home with my mat

Letting me know that I was right where I needed to be. "And yet I still choose you," I replied dropping my gaze down to his pink lips that appeared a deeper shade under the setting sun. And as he placed his lips on mine, with his attentive touch and taste all uncertainty dissipated into nothing for this moment in time where we made the choice to choose us above all forces trying to push us on opposite sides.

boy:- I can't choose to kill you, after your kindness, I am confused, what I should do, I just want to cry. ariel:- when I said options are over, you have many options, just listen to me.

"Yes. Important choices usually are." We sat in comfortable silence. Father and son time interrupted when Reaper joined us. "Room for one more?" he asked. "Always," Phoenix said. Scooting over. Making space. Reaper sat. Put his arm around both of us. "What are we talking about?" "The future," Phoenix said. "About choices. About what I'm supposed to do when I'm sixteen." "You're supposed to do whatever you decide," Reaper said. "Not what anyone else wants. Not what seems most impressive. Not what helps most people. Just what feels right to you. What makes you excited instead of obligated. That's how you choose."

"You are trying to run away from salvation by pretending you don't have a choice." "How do you know I pretend to not have a choice?" "You ask a lot of questions, Ifenna." "My parents used to say that. It doesn't matter as long as I get what I want." Abel sighed. "After listening to you complain about your life, I have discovered that you have two possible choices in your life. One, you ask Kainene for an apology and then go back to dating her." "And the second?" "It sounds like a weird stretch of your capabilities but am still going to say it."

“Immediately. That choice binds the outcome without requiring you to… entertain all five options.” Elowen stared at him. “You’re saying I can skip all of that?” she asked slowly. “Yes.” “And just pick one?” “Yes.” Her mind raced. That sounded too easy. Too convenient. “How do I choose?” she asked. Zevrian didn’t hesitate. “You choose me.” Silence filled the room. Elowen blinked. “I’m sorry—what?” “You choose me,” he repeated calmly. “That is the decision you make.” Her brows furrowed, suspicion rising quickly. “And why would I do that?”

“Touch feels better, words hit harder, you start to notice your own breathing.” Her hand pressed lightly to her chest. He leaned down just a little. “You’re already imagining it, aren’t you?” She didn’t answer. He smiled faintly. “I want you to pick what we start with.” Her brows furrowed. “You’re seriously giving me options?” “I’m not going to dominate you without you choosing it first.” She blinked. “Okay, that’s hot.” His voice dipped. “You have five choices tonight.” She tilted her head. “Only five?”

The room fell silent and everyone turned to me. “Wait, why do I have to choose? I didn't ask Asher to start a fucking fight?” I retorted, and Zeke looked at me so angrily that I threw the juice box away and got up from my seat, walking towards them. Everyone made way for me as I passed. “Fucking choose and end this clown show.” Asher looked at me through his swollen eyes, and Rhys didn't even seem like he cared about whatever decision I made. “I choose you, Zeke.”