The Selection Ebook Novels & Stories

They left the reception way too early, so he’ll cross them out of the list too. Vren grits his teeth, contemplating his choices. There’s Andrei who’s been the best man to Kathie’s maid of honor – a fiery redhead that he had occasional conversations with. The best man and the maid of honor was a great pair. They would’ve hookup last night if only Andrei swings that way. So far, said pair had the same interests and “preferences.” Four brothers (one of which is the groom) and one sister – all could have been of use at crises like this one. Vren Parkinson, a second of five siblings, only has one more choice: his friend Nathaniel Forester.

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Then she reached across the table again, took his hand, held it in the library where anyone could see, where Chelsea could see, where Dante would eventually hear. "Then choose me," she said. "Publicly. Loudly. Without calculation. And let me choose you back, even though I don't know if I'm performing or becoming, even though the dare persists, even though—" She squeezed his hand. "Even though I might hurt you. Even though I might become her. Even though I might not know the difference until it's too late."

She had never owned a dress like this before yesterday. She tapped the security card against the reader as the receptionist showed her. A small green light. A soft beep. Her photo appeared on the small screen for half a second — a photo she had not taken. They had taken it from her file. M. ANDERSON - CHIEF ADVISOR - LEVEL 4. Level 4. Ilara had mentioned that level before.

“I just… used the same secondary source as three other people and forgot to cite the page number. He’s saying it looks like collusion.” Ava read the email twice. The professor was Dr. Elias Crowe—young, only thirty-one, the one every girl in the department whispered about. Tall, dark-haired, sharp-jawed, the kind of man who wore fitted button-downs with the sleeves rolled up and made office hours feel dangerous. He had a reputation for being strict. Fair, but strict. “I’ll come with you,” Ava said immediately. Mia’s eyes went wide behind her glasses. “You don’t have to—”

Certainty’s book hovered above their head, its pages turning on their own, revealing the first choice ever made—the moment when existence decided to be something instead of nothing. The words on the page glowed with absolute power, and as Certainty’s stone hand reached for it, reality itself began to shift. Worlds that had chosen peace began to prepare for war. Children who had picked up books dropped them for weapons. Scientists who had shared their discoveries locked them away. The single fixed path was taking hold, and there was no turning back unless action was taken now.

So, while Kara was busy looking for work, Louis and Emily were secretly preparing for the selection. When Susan was busy arranging the books, the toddlers started moving towards the seminar room. Each of them brought a book. Emily with the Cinderella story, while Louis with the automotive book. Unfortunately, as they were about to enter, two women stopped them. "Hello, Kids. What do you need here? Are you lost?" While holding Emily's hand, Louis shook his head firmly. "No. We are here to take part in scholarship selection." The women looked at each other. After one blink, they covered their laughter with one hand. The toddler with sunglasses was not only cute, but also good at talking.

She was a Selected. That had been a surprise. And it was a problem. The gods and goddesses thrived on their control over all in their domain, the battle for more domains an ongoing quest for them all. But for some the battle wasn’t how many they could control, but how best they could try to prevent the constant uprising in the meantime. Selene, the Luna goddess from which the lycans’ very strength had thrived, had not been strong enough to stop Zeus’s wrath against the king of Arcadia, but she had done something that she’d thought would counteract the new battle the mighty god of thunder had unwittingly begun. She’d Selected specific alpha females to be paired with certain alpha males. The S