Seventeen Your Choice Novels & Stories

“Yaaaaasssss.” “Goddam Ken doll,” Felix mutters under his breath. Lyall is just ripping open a bag of Lay’s crisps when Ben comes running over, a sly look in his eye. “Are you ready?” He asks Lyall. “Err… ready for what, exactly?” Lyall asks suspiciously. “Now that you’re seventeen, we’re initiating you into the Seventeens Club,” Elliot says just behind us, causing me to jolt with fright. “I see,” Lyall says slowly, turning from Elliot to Ben. “An’ what exactly does this initiation entail?”

Kade started. I didn't interrupt, though I desperately wanted to. They didn't really want me; they just wanted something the other couldn't have. I was merely the object of their immature rivalry. "You don’t have to make a choice." Killian looked at Kade, raising his eyebrows before smirking. That smirk never boded well. What did Kade mean by telling me I didn't have to make a choice? "You can be with both of us, separately, of course," Kade said. "And then you can make your choice." What?!

he lets out angrily, voicing out his frustration. “That is my decision, Edmond. I do not owe you an explanation for my decision. If you had brought a decent girl like Nicole here, maybe I would have given you my approval and let you have the company. But you chose her and I have to be sure that she is not a gold-digger before I give you my blessings!” he scolded him furiously, making Nicole so proud and excited to be named as the chosen one.

. How spoiled of you to think you can speak for her. She has a right to choose her own suitor. You don't get to make that decision for her just because you like her." Beau said, "You don't even know who she's with so I would watch my mouth and stop making assumptions about her." Fress smiled, saying, "It's too bad she doesn't know how you feel and I think you should stop trying to influence her decisions and let her make a choice on her own. Let her decide if she wants you or me or are you too scared to let her think for herself because you know she wouldn't want you if she had a choice." Beau faced Fress saying, "How I feel about her is none of your concern. I know her and I know she isn't

Selene said "A choice," I asked, confused. "Yes, you were meant for great things, but I am going to let you choose what you want to do. You can be reborn as someone else. You will be born as a baby and live a great life. You won't remember the life you had before. I will also promise you that no one will ever hurt you. Your life will be wonderful. Or, I can send you back as yourself. You will be sent back to a time in your past and will have a chance to change your future. You will have a chance to save your family and friends, but I will warn you that in order to do that, you will have to move into your father's Pack. You cannot run away. I will not stop you from running away, but know that

Time to get to work. After bathing and debating on what to wear, I decided to opt for a dark green cargo pant, black long sleeve v-neck crop top, and black sneakers. When I liked what I was, I made my hair in a half updo, making sure my fringe was in place and glossed my lips. Feeling satisfied with my look, I unplugged my phone and exited the room. Making sure not to leave my key behind. While I waited for the elevator, I mindlessly scroll through my phone.

But from today, I don’t give a fuck about any of them. I would die in fourteen days time, but I would die knowing that I didn’t give any of these fuckers the satisfaction they were craving. Today, I embrace hatred over love. Today, I choose chaos over peace. Today, I choose hate. ** [ ~ Day Eight ~ ]

"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.

"You're too dumb. Skylar and Zoey are just the perfect candidates, all you have to do is choose who you want. Although, I prefer Skylar to Zoey but it's your choice anyway" "I don't want them, suggest someone else" "Really? Well, I don't know of anyone else so you can as well go to the street and pick a random lady" he said and left I should choose between Skylar and Zoey? Goodness! I'm stuck! What do I do? TBC......... ©️ Tricia

Not “Mrs. Wolfe.” Ava Sinclair. She picked it up, heart quiet and loud at once. Sat. Unfolded it. Began to read. “No contracts. No promises. Just a choice.” “I choose you. I choose you without cameras. Without pressure. Without anything owed or expected in return.” “I choose you on the good days. On the days you forget why you started. On the days when silence is the only language you can speak.” “I won’t ask you for forever.” “I’ll ask you for tomorrow. And then, when tomorrow comes, I’ll ask again.”