The Chosen Novels & Stories

The speaker then walked away from the podium and a man who can only be described as beautiful and stoic walked up to the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen not only here in attendance but those watching from home, my name is Thomas and I am the leader of the Chosen." His face held no emotion whatsoever. From the corner of my eye, I see Megan began to try and adjust her dress to make her look more inviting.

he insisted, and then turned to me "It's up to Khez to decide" they looked at me seriously as they waited for my answer. I looked carefully first in case someone would break down and give a sign "Let's go" I said and chose the left direction. They did the same they followed my choice. I was in the lead and they were behind me Is this really right? As my breath went in the direction I had chosen life got here it was not just a simple choice if not a serious choice of life decision.

I asked him, unable to keep myself quiet any longer. Brown turned and looked at me. “Are you saying that you are the chosen one?” he asked. “Now you are being intentionally stupid,” I sneered. “James is not the chosen one,” Lily said calmly. “The prophecy says the chosen one will be a female.” “Who is it then?” Member Brown asked, fear obvious in his voice. “Oh, I think you already know, Member Brown,” Lily said teasingly. “But here, why don’t I give you another hint. The chosen one is the one you just told to go home and lay on her back.”

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" He looked at Vanessa with open approval, barely bothering to hide it. Clearly, he had heard the rumors too. Clearly, he understood why Ethan had chosen our company. Before I even left the office, I knew my team's proposal would probably be treated as a formality. Against Vanessa, I was most likely just the runner-up arranged to make the competition look fair. Outside the office, Vanessa stopped in front of me. We stood face to face. I met her gaze. She smiled. It was smug, bright, and completely certain. "Sophie, may the best team win." But her face said she already knew who would win. Between the two of us, Ethan would always choose her. I watched her walk away, then turned in the opposit

The moment the key touched my palm, the door reacted. The symbol brightened. The humming grew louder. My skin tingled. And the voice spoke again. “You have brought me back.” My breath caught. “I didn’t bring you back,” I whispered. “I was forced” The spine interrupted again. “You were chosen.” My eyes widened. The word chosen echoed in my mind. Chosen by the spine. Chosen by my father. Chosen by the system. Chosen by fate. I took a step back. My mind raced.

The possibilities are endless. "Hm," she says, pouting. "I bet you thought that you were going to be the chosen one, right? Because of the attention he was giving you? Let this be a lesson for you—we always win. And you, Omega-borns, will always be put in your place."

I said slowly, looking back at Chaos, “then all of this—” My breath caught. “—it’s not a coincidence, is it?” Chaos didn’t hesitate. “No.” The word landed like a stone in still water. Nothing about this was random. Nothing about this was chance. I clenched my fists. “Then why me?” I demanded. Not out of weakness. Not out of doubt. Out of anger. “Why was I chosen?” Chaos’s expression softened—not with pity. With something older. “You were written.”

“This isn’t her. She’s asleep. This is the circle rejecting us.” The floor split in glowing veins of angry white light. The sigil pulsed like a heartbeat three times in rapid succession. A warning. A claim. A voice, ancient and furious, rippled through the chamber, shaking the torches and rattling the bones of every woman present. “Chosen.” The council froze. “Impossible,” Vekhira whispered. “She hasn’t claimed it she hasn’t even attempted.” “Chosen.” The sigil flared white one final time and exploded.

"I said—stay away from Alec. He is MY mate. MY Alpha. Not yours." Silence. I just stared. Her eyes twitched, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t reacting. "He chose me," she continued, her voice rising with every word. "Do you hear that? He chose ME over you. He’s done it before and he will always choose me. Always." I exhaled slowly, but still said nothing. Amanda’s jaw tightened. She wanted a reaction. She wanted me to cry, she wanted me to break, she wanted to feel stronger than me.