The Book Choices Novels & Stories

The card read, "I remember you like sweets." On the third day, it was a newly released book. The card read, "You once said you wanted to read this author's next book." I returned everything unopened. But he kept sending more. On the fourth day, a scarf. On the fifth, scented candles. On the sixth, a brochure for a northern lights tour. When I saw the northern lights brochure, I paused. That day in the car, I had casually said I wanted to see the northern lights. He had actually remembered.

Malcolm watched, eyes flickering like he couldn't help it, even if he'd never say it out loud. "You used to be high-society," he said. "If you married me, you could've stayed home, played housewife. Why bother learning any of this?" *** Lumi slipped on a piece and scoffed. "No wonder this stuff's selling. You talk a big game. Too bad all you can do is hawk it—bet it's 'nothing' like the ones you actually design." I raised a brow, then smiled. "Appreciate the compliment. Hate to break it to you, but the piece you're wearing? I designed it."

She says trying to read the words on the cover. 'Mysteries of mates'. "Let's go through it. Maybe we can find something about us. We can start from there right?" She asks and I nod. We place the book on one of the tables and flip through the pages. Like some sort of wind makes the pages flip a little faster without our control until it stops at a certain page. 'Twists of mating' Brie read out loud. 'It can happen in different ways. Just like wolf to wolf,it could be wolf to witch,wolf to centaur, wolf to demons and wolf to humans.

Or Sarah? Either choice carried consequences. Heavy ones.

Follow me on I*******m mmctier1 for news, book updates and chapter snips. The Falcon Ridge Series continues with Book 6 Her Choice To Make During a pack war, Grey Andrews has something so incredible happen. It’s also the worst thing to happen to him. Now the clocks running out and he has to fix it before he goes insane and dies.

Emma finally dropped the innocent act. "Everything I did was for you! Deep down, you belong with me. Why would you choose to marry Sophie?" she snapped, her voice shrill with desperation. "I just wanted you to face your true feelings and avoid a lifetime of regret!" Matthew's face turned scarlet with rage. "Where on earth did you get that delusional idea? The only woman I ever wanted to spend my life with is Sophie. She's the love of my life."

That one book is probably a love story too and he's borrowing it for someone. That person might be really important to him. . . "I-I know one of his books." I pressed my lips together, gathering myself to tell a lie. "'The Choice', it was really a good one, have you read that too?" "Oh! I know that! I read that last year. I was so happy with the ending. Travis and Gabby, they deserved it. " "Hmm." That's the only thing I could respond to her because I don't have a damn single idea about what the book is about, but then again, it was about love.

Her heart pounded as the impossible choice loomed before her. Hand over the book—or cast it into the darkness, never to be found again.

"No. It's fine. Take it. And when you're done, come back and pick another one. Or stay here and read if you prefer." "Thank you." "Why do you like these kinds of books?" He handed it back to me. I thought about lying but something about the way he was looking at me made me want to tell the truth. Or at least part of it. "I like stories where people choose their own path. Where they're not trapped by circumstances or fate. Where they get to decide who they want to be." He studied me for a long moment. "What other kinds of books do you like?" "History. Adventure. Mysteries. Anything really."

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”