Seventeen Your Choice Novels & Stories

Nathaniel reminded Samantha, "About our deal." Samantha remembered. She had agreed to become his. She explained softly, "But..." She almost wanted to cry. Nathaniel had not known before that he had a better option. Back then, he had said he chose her because the arrangement benefited him. And now, he did have a better option. Katarina could bring him the support of the Young family. She was beautiful, intelligent, accomplished, and born into one of the most powerful families imaginable. Samantha could not think of a single reason Nathaniel would choose her over Katarina.

"So. You finally beat me. Happy?" The wheel slowed. I stepped on the pedal and it spun again. "No." She tilted her head. "Why not?" I looked at the clay. "Twenty-six years, Grace. I was always second. He chose me once, and I'm supposed to feel like I've won?" She didn't answer. "Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it."

I lowered my gaze, hiding what flickered in my eyes, and answered as calmly as I could, "Didn't your dad tell you? I've divorced him. I'm not your mom anymore. You won't have someone as useless as me around again." Claude panicked immediately, his voice breaking as he cried. "No! I only want you as my mom. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? I'll only want you from now on." There was no way I felt nothing hearing that. But I had already chosen to leave. I wasn't turning back. I forced everything down and said quietly, "But Claude, I don't want you anymore. I don't want your dad, either." I hung up before he could say anything else.

He seemed to truly love me, in his twisted, disgusting way. He spoke deeply to the closed corner of the lab in front of everyone: "Elena, do you see this? Half this glory is yours." "You stand in the dark, but you are the one who makes me shine." "I love you." Lucas thought I would be moved to tears backstage. I was "moved." I looked at the glittering stage and slowly pressed the remote control I had prepared. Today was the day of my rebirth. Beep. The promotional video on the big screen went black.

The candlelight in the hallway flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. My palms were sweating. In that room, surrounded by antiques, I had just made the most important decision of this life. The choice of who to marry. And it wasn't the man they all expected. "Elara." I turned to see Julian stepping out of the shadows. He was, as always, perfect—hair like spun gold, eyes as cold as ice, and an air of arrogance in his every move. "Just came from my father's study?" he asked, walking toward me with his usual condescending tone. "Let me guess, still lost in your little girl fantasies about our future together?"

Hot blood trickled down the knife handle. Monica called out one last time with tears in her eyes, "Milo..." When I heard the news, Kaylee and I were vacationing on an exotic sunny island. I had already promised my daughter that I would never marry again. Instead, I would continue my family's legacy by expanding the business further before eventually passing it into her capable hands.

Nathan frowned slightly and said flatly, "Tegan, don't think that just because I've spoiled you, you can use death to threaten me. You know I hate being threatened the most." He leaned down, one hand braced against the bed while the other gripped my chin. His voice was low, filled with warning. "You haven't been sick as long as your sister. She just wants to live like a normal person. Why are you so selfish? Can't you just wait for the next donor?"

What happened to him? She paused on the picture in which he was kissing her and zoomed in. They both radiated happiness, smiling as they kissed. Shanice scoffed. How can someone settle for being someone's second choice anyway? Serena had no self-respect. No matter what, nothing can change the fact that she was Asher's first choice and Serena will always be the second choice.

Dime and I conversed while eating our food, Dime had chicken tenders and fries with a Reese's concrete mixer, while I had a grilled cheese and cheese curds with an oreo concrete mixer. "So, how are we feeling about the boys' confessions?" Dime asked as she ate a spoonful of her mixer, "I feel very conflicted with the confessions. They hurt us and put us both through hell and then they say how they liked us and they didn't want to hurt us but had to, I think the whole thing is dumb and possibly just a way to see where "Saph and Dime" are," I admitted as I popped a cheese curd into my mouth,

A 10 chapter Summary Julia M. To me 13:16 View details Left, Forward, backward, and Right. These are your lifetime options, the choices you make every day. Today you chose forward, when you lifted your head, opened your eyes, and begun your day. Unfortunately, I didn't choose any of the above. That is why you are choosing left, right, Forward, and when you are unsure you return back to re-read these words. You see, I believe I am well and alive somewhere, for exactly 13:00 I chose differently in another time zone. One chose left, the other went right, and surprisingly I'd have chosen forward or remained asleep until the alarm sang. The catch is we might not have met then, strangers going on