Seventeen Your Choice Novels & Stories

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

“As much as I want to hurt you back, I can’t. You’re not a child anymore. You can make your own choices.” I steadied myself, lifted my chin, and asked: “That’s why I want you to choose: him… or us?” Arielle’s eyes widened in horror.

"That's testosterone. Holy crap. How can you speak English, show an evident education and understanding of the real world, but not see something wrong with what you're proposing?" Valid argument but for one thing. "We don't have a choice," Chaob replied quietly. "What crap are you spouting now?" she huffed. "Of course you have a choice. You have a choice to go to town, date, and pop the question if things go well. You don't have to do this."

--- So this was it. --- The choice. --- Power— Or everything else. --- The external voice cut in again. --- “Decision required.” --- Elena clenched her fists. --- “You want me to choose,” she said. --- “Yes.” --- “Control… or loss.” --- “Yes.” --- Her breathing grew heavier. --- Her thoughts sharper. --- Faster. --- “This isn’t a choice,” she said. --- “Incorrect.” --- The word hit harder this time. --- “This is the only choice.” ---

"She's part of the Alpha family now." Evan instinctively shielded Evelyn behind him. His expression turned cold. "Stay away from her." I looked at him, and the remnants of affection from my previous life disappeared completely. All I could feel was my heart pounding. It made sense. Our choices had changed this lifetime. So had our fate. Without saying a word, I turned around and walked into the shopping mall. By the time I returned to the estate, it was already dusk, and my hands were full of shopping bags.

I stared at him for a long time. "Will you keep your word?" "I will." I was silent for a while, then sighed. "Fine. Just one dinner." His eyes lit up. In that instant, he looked as if he had received the greatest gift in the world. "Okay! What do you want to eat? I know a place nearby-" "Anything. You choose." He chose a quiet restaurant nearby. The lighting was warm, and the private room held only the two of us. He sat across from me, his eyes never leaving my face.

"Save Elara! What are you all doing? Please, go to her!" Her tears streamed in perfect paths down her cheeks. In the moment of my death, I finally saw my dear sister's true face. So when our Alpha father asked me who I wanted, I offered a faint smile. "Since my sister Selene is being so considerate, I'll accept her kind offer." "I want Liam." "What did you say?" The fake smile on Selene's face froze, and tears instantly welled in her eyes. "Elara, you know that Liam and I..."

I went alone to my favorite singer’s concert. During the song selection segment, I was really excited and hoped that I would be lucky enough to be picked. But in the next second, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be on a business trip, appear on the screen. Next to him was Mia Louise, his first love. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past. I want to go back three years when I hadn’t broken up with Mia.” The entire stadium cheered and celebrated their love. I was the only one in tears. During the next song selection segment, I saw my teary face show up on the screen. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past as well. I want to return to the time when I never said yes to Samuel Gardner’s

"I've arranged two betrothals for you guys—one is a housekeeper's daughter, while the other is a wealthy heiress. You two can choose for yourselves." As I listened to Dad's words, I touched my head, feeling no traces of a wound. That was when I realized I had been reborn. "Dad, I want to marry the housekeeper's daughter!" My brother, Jacob Wright, exclaimed eagerly from beside me. Dad was taken aback. Jacob was usually quite vain, so why would he uncharacteristically choose the housekeeper's daughter?

“You should be with someone… someone who isn’t me. This can’t happen.” I stepped forward, feeling bold and desperate. “But I’m not a child anymore. I’ve celebrated my 19th birthday, and I’m free to make my own choices; I'm free to decide who I fuck.” His gaze fell, and I could see the conflict written all over his face. It was as if he was fighting against himself, battling the very emotions he couldn’t ignore.