The Book Choices Novels & Stories

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both

My everything. "Choose, Delilah. Me or the book."

he said to himself. In Above The Hills academy, Jaden just finished having his economics test which seemed to go well with him. Luckily for him, the questions came out from the last page of his book that he read before sitting for the test so the answers were still fresh in his head. Sadly for the rest of the students in the class, they found the questions difficult. although they read, but it was very easy flipping through that page cause it seemed cheap and irrelevant.

I’ve heard a saying that goes thus; if you want to make enemies, choose them wisely. I don’t believe I chose mine wisely. And I don’t believe there’s a saying like that actually… But it still makes sense because I could have chosen enemies who were less powerful and cruel so that my life’s predicament wouldn’t be as brutal. But I went ahead and did the opposite. But then again, sometimes, we are choiceless when it comes to selecting our enemies. Sometimes, it just happens naturally and we find random cruel people hunting us down and aiming to destroy our lives.

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He stood there frozen. In my rush, I bumped into someone just outside the shopping complex. "Sorry, I—William?" "Zoe! What a coincidence. Just got back and ran into you. Talk about timing." He pulled a dress and a model toy car out of his case, handing them to me and Luca. "Picked these up in Luxoria—hope you like them. Oh, and there's something else for you two." *** He handed me a small, flat box. Godiva chocolates?

While unconscious, he met the system, which promised him a chance to live and return to the real world if he could win my heart. The system also revealed my situation to him. He found out I had a mission too—to win the heart of one of four men in order to survive and return home. He was thrilled because he was one of the four, which meant that no matter which of us succeeded, our missions could be completed. Then, we could go home. The system had said, "It doesn't matter if Yoana tries to win you over or you try to win her over. If either of you succeeds, both of you will pass the mission. Yoana has lots of options, but you only have one."

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.

"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." Grace's mouth twisted. "You're still just second-rate, Eleanor. Don't pretend you're some philosopher." Her heels clicked away. The door stayed open. Dante was standing in the frame, holding something. He didn't step inside. He put it on the table. The pink diamond ring. "No more two choices. It's yours." I looked at it. Cold. Once, I'd dreamed of him choosing something just for me. He was still giving me Grace's things.

“The fire chose you. That means something. To them. To me.” She shook her head, trying to understand, trying to breathe. “I didn’t choose this.” “I know.” He stepped closer, eyes searching hers. “But I did,” he said. “I chose you.” The words hit her like lightning—sharp, unexpected. Real. A beat passed. Then another. “I don’t know if I can survive this,” she admitted. “I don’t know who I’m becoming.” Aiden’s hand lifted slowly, gently brushing her hair back from her face. His touch was warm, grounding her.