The Selection Ebook Novels & Stories

It is a list. Names. Dozens of them, written in the same careful hand she has seen all her life. Some are familiar founding families, council members, people whose portraits still hang in town hall. Others are not. Next to each name is a date. And a mark. Some are crossed out. Some are circled. Some are underlined so heavily the ink has nearly torn through the page. Her stomach turns. This is not history. This is selection. A cold realization settles in as she turns the pages, each one more deliberate than the last. These aren’t records of what happened. They’re records of what was chosen.

"Leonard, take Liv to try on the gowns," ordered Samuel Burton, Leonard's father. "Pick them out on your own. We'll leave this to you guys." Leonard stood up and offered a hand to me. I stared at his slender fingers and thought of how he had described his yearning for another woman in his diary with these exact hands. "I'll always remember the sight of Lena standing at the pier. The sea breeze lifted the hem of her floral dress as she wept uncontrollably.

And decide to find a table to wait for her shift to end. Opening the thick cover, I turn the first page. It’s boring. All of the words are already droning on, and I’m finding it hard to focus on the page. Peering over the edge of the book, I look around again. But still no Piper. No sexy as sin curves that I want to get my hands on. No hot exposed legs, that I can stare at for days. Just a library full of people trying to earn good grades. Back to the book. I think it goes like that for ten minutes—me looking for Piper, getting disappointed, and trying to focus—before I’m interrupted by a feminine voice and not the one I want to hear. There’s a girl standing in front of me with blazing red h

River's eyes scanned the shelves, searching for something to distract her from Thane's insult and Axel's threat. Her hand settled on a worn leather volume, its title etched in gold lettering: "The Way of the Wolf". River's heart swelled with curiosity as she opened the book, releasing the scent of aged paper. As she began to read, Selene's presence receded, her anger slowly giving way to River's calm determination. The words on the page spoke directly to River's soul, reminding her of the strength and resilience that lay within.

I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Brandon Lindell, picked the island, and Nathan didn't even know where it was located.

So this was just a stranger with unfortunate similarities. Grief messing with me. Again. “Dad?” Luca tugged my arm. “You okay? You look… weird.” “I’m fine.” I shook it off. “Let’s go find your brother.” But no matter where I looked, my attention kept drifting back to Selma. The confidence in the way she moved. The way she scanned the area like she knew exactly how kids think. “A boy who loves books wouldn’t go far from places that have them,” she said, pointing at a bookstore. “And once something catches their eye, they tune everything else out.”

“I was wondering if you might know why I can’t hear Evelyn or Sophia’s thoughts.” Selene lets out a heavy sigh. “So impatient.” She raises her hand in the direction of my desk, and one of the books I’d brought in from the library rises into the air. Selene uses her power to bring it over to me, the book hovering in the air the entire way. I reach out my hands for it, and once she drops it in my grip, the book flies open to a very specific page. “You were so close to figuring out the answer on your own,” she tells me.

“This is where it chooses.” She nodded. “And if it chooses wrong?” “There is no wrong anymore,” he said softly. “Only selection.” The words landed heavily. Rowan stepped closer. “So we are just… waiting to be picked apart?” Elara shook her head. “No. We are becoming the resistance inside the selection itself.” Serah exhaled. “That sounds slightly better and still completely awful.” The child suddenly spoke. “It is trying to unify me.” Evelyn turned sharply. “What does that mean?” “I feel every version of me being pulled into one state.”

“And what if I love them all, Mother? What does that make me?” “A human being,” she said. “A heart is not a coin, to be spent once and done. It can hold many, in different ways. But the question is not who you love… it’s who you choose.” Her words burned through him. Choice. That was the wound. Elias: The Steadfast That night, Henry dreamed of Elias. They were standing on the battlefield again, the air thick with smoke. Elias’s hand clasped his arm, pulling him back from the edge.

5 earthquake, should one occur. Whether it was preparing for the Book Expo and BookCon in New York City, or the local L.A. Times Festival of Books, Anna both loved and dreaded the title selection process. These conferences were attended by the full staff of editors in all genres. The first topic would be which titles would be featured in their catalogue, which titles would be displayed on their table for sale, and which authors would be invited to make a personal appearance.