The Book Choices Novelas e Histórias

It is my escape. The signs stretch around the block, and inside are tiers of shelves so high they touch the rafters. It smells of aged parchment and earth. I stroll the aisles, flipping through tales of fated mates and forbidden bonds. I settle on a story about a powerful leader and his bonded—it feels ironic. I take it to the stone counter. The elder scans the binding with a wink. "A classic." "I bet I know how it ends," I say. "I bet you don't," she replies.

I was too busy helping him pass the Alpha Council assessment to think twice. I didn't realize he was giving all his free time to Sarah. The signs were there early on. During a territory patrol, Lucas stared at the revealing maid outfits in the market—clothes usually worn by lower-ranked Omegas. He hinted, "Elena, you should change your style. Healer robes are too conservative and boring." Later, I found out Sarah had sent him a photo of herself in that exact outfit, asking if she looked good. Then there was the stormy night.

That night, I returned to my room and once my brothers were asleep, I brought it out and scanned through the different pages of the book. The book was encircled around the story of a girl who got mated to four people. At first, it looked like her mere imagination until she because certain that she was indeed mated to four people. As I read further, I learnt that at the end of the day, a choice had to be made. That simply meant that she would pick one of us to would eventually mark her as his forever… That was the part that made my heart fly out of my chest. We were her mates, but not all of us would have her forever. She would have to make a choice. And so, who would she choose?

she asked with a shaky voice. "What's wrong with hearing about the history of the Wizs?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "No. I want something else. History is too boring." she grumbled. "Ok then. I do have another choice for you." he took out a black book with red vines on the cover. He smiled as he showed the book to her. "This is your second option." "No third alternative?" He shook his head. "Nah! No third option, Riri,"

Aria’s fire, her defiance, her love so fierce it made the world shift around her. They had already been through hell. And this—this was the choice magic offered them? I shook my head slowly, disbelief turning into dread. “This can’t be it,” I murmured to the empty library. “This can’t be the only truth.” But the book did not argue. It simply lay there, ancient and unyielding, its pages filled with the bones of stories that had ended badly—stories where love was not enough to outrun magic designed to destroy it. My hands curled into fists against the table.

Then a low, emotionless voice said, "Package." The two voices nearly overlapped, with two people standing in the corridor outside his door at the same time. Dylan froze. He had barely risen from the chair before he stopped again. Food delivery and a package arriving together? He frowned and thought for two seconds, then quickly accepted it. He ordered food and shopped online constantly. He had ordered dozens of drinks this month alone. Packages also came every few days. It was not strange for both to knock at the same time on the same day.

He opened the overly-ribboned box, and pulled out a book. “It’s a book of history and fairy tales,” Abigail explained. She was up on the lounge on her hands and knees, leaning in between him and the book. “Because you’re so smart and you liked that book you found in the library last year.” She sat back on her heels. “Do you like it? I hope you will. Maybe we can read it together before you leave? Hannah says it’s going to rain a lot soon, so maybe we could read this?” She was excited, nervous, and had to pee a little. She was babbling, desperately wanting him to like the gift. To like her. He opened the book and paged through it. It was a beautiful book, well-bound, and clearly loved by a pr

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.

“Order is inevitable!” But the wave of choice was not chaos—it was purposeful, deliberate, the sound of existence deciding for itself what it wanted to be. Cole and Lila merged their power with it, and together they reached for the Book of First Choices. The moment their hands touched its cover, they were pulled inside, into the very moment when existence was born.

And decide to find a table to wait for her shift to end. Opening the thick cover, I turn the first page. It’s boring. All of the words are already droning on, and I’m finding it hard to focus on the page. Peering over the edge of the book, I look around again. But still no Piper. No sexy as sin curves that I want to get my hands on. No hot exposed legs, that I can stare at for days. Just a library full of people trying to earn good grades. Back to the book. I think it goes like that for ten minutes—me looking for Piper, getting disappointed, and trying to focus—before I’m interrupted by a feminine voice and not the one I want to hear. There’s a girl standing in front of me with blazing red h