The Selection Ebook Novels & Stories

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

"Look at this woman! She has gone completely mad! First, she claimed to be Mr. Crawford's real wife, and now she is even more ridiculous pretending to represent Luminous Enterprise and canceling our contracts!" "Who the hell do you think you are? Samuel has not even spoken yet, and you are making decisions? Does anyone have the number for a psychiatric hospital? She needs to be committed!" Samuel's eyes grew darker, and his face was tense. He stepped forward and said to me in a low voice, "Claire, I've secured my position at Luminous Enterprise. Do you really think you can cause any waves? "You don't have full control anymore. Go back home now!"

The words came carefully, each one tested before being released. Ava met his eyes. The contact was brief but complete, the communication that existed beneath language. "He's deciding if we're worth engaging." The silence that followed was heavier than anything before it. Because this wasn't about survival anymore. It was about selection. And that meant the rules had changed. Survival was binary, simple, urgent. Selection was complex, subtle, permanent in ways that death wasn't. Rowan leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the message again. The posture was unconscious, the physical expression of mental distance, of trying to see the whole rather than the part.

I gestured toward Kevin and added, "Are you trying to find a new father for your kid?" Giselle was stunned into silence, unable to respond, but Kevin couldn't take it anymore. Furious, he stormed over, grabbing Giselle's arm. His teeth were clenched as he spat out, "Are you trying to make a fool of me right in front of my face? You want to seduce him just because he has a little money?" Giselle tried to pull away, but she couldn't break free. She turned to me with helpless eyes, her voice full of desperation. "Honey, help me out. I'm being forced into this. Look at him; I really have no choice."

Eli, with a warm smile and a calm presence, was helping organize books and reading materials for children. Their first conversation was lighthearted, revolving around the children they were helping, the chaos of organizing volunteers, and shared humor over small mishaps. Yet, beneath the surface, there was an undeniable connection—a sense of ease and understanding that Selene hadn’t felt in years. Eli’s demeanor was gentle, respectful, and attentive, qualities that immediately set him apart from the relationships of her past.

"You exposed critical flaws that no one else could have found." It hit me then that we had all been pawns from the beginning. Patrick, Rita, and I were just pieces moved for the sake of a perfect system. My anger flared but soon faded. Being angry now was pointless. He pulled up another interface. "From that data, we built SkyShield II. It needs a commander, someone who's been through hell and emerged unbreakable." He slid an appointment document across the desk. "Mary, our country needs you." I looked down at my once-shattered hand and smiled. "Alright."

But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian.

“This scroll book contains history of what you would not believe at all” Fleki tells him as he goes through the pages, Edward also looks keenly and what he sees shocks him. The book was entitled The legend of the chosen with so many names of ancient kinds of people who served as the chosen. It was even more interesting when he sees names that did not come from his tribe. “Ever heard of such kind of names?” he asks Fleki who was more surprised and astonished.

He is nice but not someone interesting. Oh, but I can’t think about him when I must think of being someone’s fiancé who I have no interest in. It is weird how I can get caught in such a deal with no wish of mine. I mean I am still wondering if I am in a dream where the story that I read became true. I read a book named ‘the contract’ last night and it was almost the same, but she didn’t break a vase and wasn’t in debt. Weird and weird and… well weird.

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