The Healing Choice Book Novels & Stories

They had taken enough — my peace, my appetite, my sleep, my trust. They were not taking this quiet, unexpected, undeserved moment of feeling like a person again. I picked up my cocktail. “You were saying?” I said to Daniel, and my voice didn’t shake at all. Because healing, I was beginning to understand, didn’t always arrive as a grand revelation. Sometimes it looked like this: a window seat, a good meal, a stranger’s easy company, and the quiet, radical decision to keep your eyes facing forward.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I brushed my thumb gently beneath his eye, wiping away the tear that fell. “I’m still here.” He closed his eyes for a moment. Then I whispered, “I choose you.” His eyes opened. He stared at me. I held his gaze. “I choose you, Caleb.” For a second, neither of us moved. It felt like the whole city had gone quiet around us. His eyes stayed locked on mine, like he was trying to understand what I had just said. Then I took another breath. “I don’t know when it happened.” My voice shook. “Maybe I should have known sooner.”

In my last life, I chose to marry Julian, the man I’d adored for years. He betrayed me and tormented me until my dying day. Reborn, I found myself back at the moment the Don asked for my choice. Without hesitation, I pointed to Damien, the man rumored to be a sickly cripple. "The choice has been made." I walked out of Don Alistair’s study, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. The candlelight in the hallway flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Healing is a choice, and choosing it is an act of courage. I know that this is not a common trope, but c'mon, guys... Sometimes, someone just has to address these issues. They affect real people and we all might benefit from this awareness. That said, I am grateful for all of you who have been supportive of my books throughout my writing journey. Many hugs....

They held each other in the quiet moments, their bodies close, their souls intertwined. Kai also spent time with his children, his presence a source of comfort and guidance. He listened to their stories and offered his wisdom, drawing on the lessons he had learned from his own healing journey. He held them when they cried and celebrated with them when they rejoiced. He reminded them that healing was a journey, not a destination, and that every step forward was a victory, no matter how small.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

To love again. It was time to take a decision – either give herself time to heal or shut the door to her heart forever. Either way it was quite a dilemma.

Esme's POV It had been over a week since I woke up. I suffered second degree burns in different parts of my body, my back was mostly affected but they've all healed completely. My ability to heal really quickly stunned the doctor and she said not to worry about the scars because they would smoothen over time. She also provided an ointment made with a rare herb which would help with the discoloration.

I chuckled as the tears continued to fall and the rumble in his chest made me grow comfortable with staying in that position where nothing else mattered. His smile hit me, the blinding light behind it illuminating the lining of the stars in my universe to fall for him. Only intensifying the wanton need I had for him. I knew I should have been upset over blaming myself for thinking I lost his book, but I was glad that this was happening. "Although I loved all his poems . . . there's one that really stood out to me," he said taking the book out of my hands to flip through it. He eventually placed it back into my hands and I'm met with the words THE CHOICE staring back at me.

But she had no idea that an Alpha cannot command another Alpha. Asher finally tossed her diary back to her. "Pathetic," he muttered, turning away with Axel by his side. Elaira quickly gathered her things from the floor, her hands shaking. With her head hung low, she headed to the bathroom while mocking whispers trailed after her. She quickly entered a stall, locked herself in, and cried her eyes out heavily as the humiliation was just too much for her.