The Choices We Made Novels & Stories

Then both parents walk off. It’s really a no brainer. Our own place fully paid for? Without wondering if there’s a camera in the room? The hardest part is Ethan wrapping his head around a version of his parents that aren't stuck up snobs that only wish to rule his existence. That takes longer than the two minutes it takes for us to decide to make the move. Plus this way we no longer have to go back and forth between rooms, and this summer, we won’t have to find some place to go. Grabbing the key and our friends, we decide to check it out, heading over to the address written on the inner lid of the box right away.

Now they were like two drowned rats, ruthlessly turned away at my door. Indeed, the choices we make in life always lead to their inevitable consequences. I turned away from the window, a cold smile playing on my lips.

I replied, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Then you are on the Path of Enlightenment," she said. "But it's the choices we make that make us who we are." She reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Make no mistake. If you start making bad choices, telling yourself that it is for good, it will take you down the wrong path. The choices we make dictate who we are... and who we become."

The only home we have ever known. "Ciaran, I understand your horror at leaving her behind, but in this pack, we respect decisions. Choices are what makes being alive more bearable. We can't force her to come to us." I tried reasoning, even as my own heart crumbled at never seeing our little halo again. As rogues, we never had any choices. It was do or die. Cut throat and savage. We had promised that whomever followed us would always have a choice.

Alpha Jack wasn't ready to let all of his hard work be enjoyed by someone else. "I think I agree. The king is not yet dead though we wish him a quick recovery. A regent is better considering the situation at hand. We should stick to our voting. Besides, I don't like the idea of having really old people sitting on the throne. When would we have the time to start teaching them not to talk of settling the problems at hand." Alpha Wesley decided to reason with Alpha Jack. Alpha Jack felt relieved as they all agreed to his suggestion. He was scared they would choose to stick to the old ways.

Maybe. “It didn’t have to be this way,” I said. His jaw tightened. “It was always going to be this way.” “No,” I said. “It wasn’t. You made choices. I made choices. The Ancient Lycan made us but he didn’t make every choice we made inside the making.” I held his gaze. “Some of those were ours.” “Philosophy,” he said. “Now.” “Yes,” I said. “Now. Because after—” I stopped.

Think we can? "I think we don't have a choice." He was right. We didn't have a choice. We just had each other. And maybe possibly that was enough.

“Then what’s left?” I didn’t look away from the system. “Choice,” I said. “Not theirs.” “Ours.” Cassius frowned. “Choice about what?” I took a slow breath. And finally turned back to them. “Which future we support,” I said. Because now— There wasn’t just one path forward. There were many. And whichever one we chose… Would shape everything that came next.

Choice used to feel heavy. Every decision carried the weight of consequence, the fear of misstep, the pressure to get it right. Earlier in our story, choosing felt like closing doors—final, irreversible. But something has shifted. This chapter opens in a place of calm discernment. Imagination has widened the field of possibility, and instead of overwhelming us, it has done the opposite. It has softened decision-making. We realize that choice doesn’t have to be rushed to be meaningful. It doesn’t have to be dramatic to be true.

Only choices. "Do you think you were meant to meet?" The twins asked. "Like fate? Like destiny? Like the universe wanted you together? Wanted us to exist? Wanted this family to happen?" "I don't know about fate," Dante said. "About destiny. About universal plan. I don't know if any of that is real. If any of that exists. What I know. What I believe. Is choice. We chose. Every day. Every moment. Every challenge. We chose each other. Chose family. Chose love. Chose differently than we could have. Differently than we were expected to. Differently than seemed possible. We chose. That's what created this. Not fate. Choice. Consistent. Daily. Difficult. Choice."