Novel & Cerita Sophie's Choice Novel

"Tiffany made her choice three days ago. She's my mate now. Whose wolf do you think she belongs to?" Damian was completely blindsided. He whipped his head toward Luna Queen on the dais, but Luna Queen didn't even look at him. She just lifted her silver cup and took a slow sip of wine—a silence more damning than any answer. Damian's lips trembled, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He'd walked out that day without looking back. He had no idea what had happened after. He gritted his teeth and turned to me, his voice climbing from desperate to raw with anger. "Tiffany, this is a joke, right? You were supposed to choose me! We had an agreement! Why are you with this cripple?"

I shouted as I made my way to Grant and Brock, “You don’t have the right to know where Saph is after beating her, abusing her with words, punches, kicks, and everything else that you did to your sister, and for what, for being different from your family, right? Assholes, she ain’t your sister anymore, she is Saph, and she gets to decide what happens with her life now,” I continued to shout as the boys started to backup, nervous of what I might do, “You leave Saph alone, or we will start having problems!” I shouted as I poked Grant and Brock’s chests

the elder said. "What???" I shrieked ..... This is getting out of hand , like seriously? Who looks for bride in two days ?? "Select one for me " it was Fred who spoke. They all turned to me waiting for my answer . Sophie.... that name rang in my head . Perfect! Just perfect. "I'll find one myself "I said and everyone dined . "Damien" I called the moment I stepped into my room. he came rushing in. " Go get her tomorrow" I ordered.

It was a small kindness, but it felt like a rope. “I can’t let this happen again,” he said in a whisper. “But you have to decide, Fiona. You can't have it both ways anymore. You have to decide now," The choice came down on top of me like a heavy thing, and I wouldn’t let it go. I had lived long enough in my father’s shadow. It was time to emerge into the light, to make a choice. “I do what is right,” I said, even though my voice trembled and the fear clutched my chest. “

This wasn’t the time to become self-aware. “I’m joking,” August laughed. “But I don’t see the harm in seeing if there could be something between us.” Straight forward, I kinda liked that. A smirk of my own appeared. “We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure what I was really supposed to call August. All I knew was that my new… situationship I guess, was my daughter’s choice. Hopefully, Aaliyah chose right.

She must have not noticed me yet because she looked ahead at Stephanie, her face in a scrowl. I closed my eyes and prayed fervently in my heart that Zahra shouldn't get chosen but once again, luck wasn't on my side. The shortest of the men turned to her side and stared for a long while before pointing at her to be chosen. All eyes in the room turned to Zahra and she looked like she was about to make a scene. Oh no. She still hadn't noticed me. Stephanie smiled as the men chose 7 out of the 10 people she had arranged from them. It seemed like she was more happy that my best friend, Zahra, had been chosen too.

But now she had to face something colder: She hadn’t chosen slowly. She hadn’t chosen safely. She hadn’t chosen from wholeness. She had chosen from urgency. And urgency always leaves fingerprints. Jacob stood and walked toward the window. “Do you love him?” he asked quietly. Sophia didn’t answer immediately. “Yes,” she said finally. “Then talk to him in a few days,” Lily replied. “Not as the girl who eloped to escape. Not as the daughter who wasn’t supposed to exist.” Sophia’s jaw tightened. “As who, then?”

The specific, honest recognition of someone reading a person they had known for twenty-three years and finding, in the question they had asked, evidence that the person was beginning to actually look. The moment of the original choice. I thought about what I knew of how Sophia worked. The specific, sophisticated architecture of her self-understanding, which had always operated at a slight angle to what was actually true because the slight angle was necessary to maintain the version of events in which her choices had been responses rather than initiations. She was looking for the moment she had chosen and she was not finding it because she had spent decades being very good at not finding it.

"And found people run." "Yes." "And if she comes to you." "Then she chose it," he said. "And chosen things hold." Sophia thought about a woman in white cotton in a November garden saying I do for the second time. The difference between a thing you were maneuvered into and a thing you chose with your eyes open and all the information available. Chosen things hold. "Four days," she said. "Four days," he agreed. Dominic sent three words through the dead drop channel at noon.

She had it open to a list of names: Olivia Rose Samuel Dupont Charlotte Arabella Theodore Arthur "What's this?" I asked her. She pointed to the top of the page that I hadn't been able to see before: "Baby names." "Oh, Abby," I reached out and gently wrapped my arms around her. She allowed me to touch her for the first time since we left the Keep, and she leaned against me and sighed. After a moment, she took the charcoal to write her own note. It took me a moment to process.