The Selection Ebook Novels & Stories

A note slipped discreetly into Isabella’s clutch, written in a hand she did not recognize: “You’ve been careful, Isabella, but some secrets cannot stay hidden forever. There is more than you know—a child, a betrayal, and the ultimate choice. Watch your steps.” Her chest tightened. The mention of a child—a secret, hidden, and powerful—sent shockwaves through her mind. Every instinct screamed that this revelation would upend everything she thought she knew about Kane, Alessandro, and even Damian. Damian noticed the shift in her expression, eyes locking with hers across the room. “What is it?” he asked, voice low and concerned.

IN HER BEDROOM SHE OPTED FOR PINK TO GIVE IT A BIT OF A CONTRAST AND STILL REFLECT HER GIRLY SIDE. SHE DID NOT OFTEN GET THE CHANCE TO BE A GIRLY GIRL AS HER WORK OUTFITS HAD TO BE PROFESSIONAL. SO SHE OPTED FOR MORE BLACKS AND GREYS, HERE AND THERE SHE WOULD OPT FOR COLOUR LIKE PINK AND YELLOW. SO HER WALK IN CLOSET WAS HER FAVOURITE PLACE IN HER HOUSE AS SHE LOVED SHOPPING AND LOVED DESIGNER HANDBAGS AND SHOES. SHE BELIEVED SHE WAS SOMEWHAT OF A COLLECTOR BUT MIA BELIEVES SHE HAS A SHOPPING PROBLEM. IN HER LINE OF WORK SHE HAD TO WEAR EXPENSIVE CLOTHES AS SHE WAS WORKING WITH BUSINESS MEN AND WOMEN WHO WERE LOOKING AT WHAT SHE WORE.

The room froze. Complete silence. No one moved. No one even blinked. Because that sentence sounded horrifying. Actually horrifying. Nova looked sick. Bianca looked furious. Ethan looked stunned. Cassian looked ready to punch someone. And Selena— Selena felt like the floor had disappeared beneath her. Children. They tracked children. Jonathan nodded slowly. “They selected participants they believed would produce valuable results.” The file on the screen suddenly made sense. Far too much sense. Selected Child. The words echoed inside Selena’s head.

I clenched my fists, mouthing the answers I didn't know, willing him to get them right. The score was tied. It all came down to the final question. The room was so quiet you could hear the hum of the air conditioning. Even Jason, sitting in the front row, was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, watching intently. "Final question," the host said, pausing for dramatic effect. "For the championship and the scholarship to Eton College... In 1859, Charles Darwin published a work that introduced the scientific theory that populations evolve over the course of generations through a process of natural selection. What is the full title of this book?"

I replied to her, "We are certain. The living book told us." She was stunned. "The living book? How do you have access to it, and how is the book in this realm?" Mars replied, "I was as surprised as you. Levi said the book was found in the library of seers or something, but then, how did it get there?" Princess Eloise said, "The book is only accessed by people who have a special bloodline. It selects who can access it — just two."

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

Dad put it for extra security. I stomped my feet and walked towards the bookshelves. "Ugly, witch, old, fatass!" I mumbled under my breath while looking for books that I need. "I CAN HEAR YOU, BITCH! DON'T TEST ME!" she said from the intercom. My eyes widened in disbelief because of that. She held me captured! That clever witch! I roamed my eyes, looking for a specific book. I smiled triumphantly and grabbed it. Let's see what it can do. Dark Psychology and Manipulation...

"Then why the parade? Why dragging me through four territories if the choice is already made?" Selah’s voice was dry in my head. 'Because humans love a show.' "You’re... different," Selene said. She set the clothes down and wiped her palms on her jeans. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a heavy, leather-bound book I’d never noticed before. She flipped through the thin pages until she found what she was looking for. She tapped a paragraph. "Read this."

He hesitated, face ashen, staring at me with hollow eyes that held newfound respect and regret. I ignored him, surrounded by admiring wolves, and proceeded to the elder's platform to receive the victor's medallion. Ceremonial wine flowed freely, and someone handed me a magnificent bouquet of rare arctic blue moon blossoms. Within the flowers was an elegantly written note. "Your wolf was always Alpha. The pack awaits its true leader. - Nathan"

“You’re glowing like a cursed lantern. Whole estate’s on edge, and you’re out here sulking.” “Sulking is a strong word,” Ezra muttered. “You want the soft version or the truth?” Ezra sighed. “Fine. Hit me.” Selene sat across from him on the floor. “You’re scared. And that’s fine. But don’t let that fear twist you into thinking you don’t have a choice.” He blinked. “You believe in the mark stuff?” “I believe you’re not some random omega who wandered into this war by accident.” Ezra scoffed. “I feel pretty damn accidental.”