The Selection Novels & Stories

Wendy thought about it over and over again before she spoke up in the chat: “Since we only need three hundred people this time, we will have the following conditions for the selection process.” “Firstly, priority will be given to Mallow Stenhouse Etiquette Corporation’s full-time employees.” “Secondly, we will select the full-time employees from the highest to the lowest attendance rate based on the previous month, and the three hundred people with the highest attendance rate will get this opportunity.” “Thirdly, if the people who were selected do not have time to go, the quota will be extended accordingly!” As soon as these conditions came out, there was imme

"Ms. Reid, there are a lot of people here, and we don't get anywhere near the management. But the ones who have been here the longest say the rules are strict. No one's allowed to approach them. Their ranks go from C, B, A, all the way up to S-level. S-level is the top." "The ones who've been here the longest? How long?" Hayley asked. "He said he's been here almost a year. By the time the selection starts, it'll be exactly one year." Exactly one year? A bold idea took shape in Hayley's mind. Could it be that this selection happened every year?

Then opened them. And this time There was no hesitation left. “…Kael.” He met her gaze immediately. “Yeah.” Her voice was steady. Clear. Final. “…we choose now.” Silence. The system surged. Trying to lock the outcome. Trying to finalize the process. “Selection overridden.” The words hit hard. Because it meant Their choice didn’t matter anymore. The system had already made it. Kael exhaled slowly. “…then we don’t choose inside it.” Lyra nodded.

I said finally looking at Colton who was looking at my every move intensely. “When a dragon feels a connection to another and gives their blood willingly to someone willing to drink it, they become bonded for life, we can choose our mates its different to how wolves find their mates, we have a choice” Clay finished sounding a little angry. “What do you mean feels a connection?” I asked confused.

"Generally, it is based on age and cultivation, mainly selecting potential. If someone is older but has gained opportunities and their potential rises to a certain level, they will also be selected to participate in the holy banquet. Right now, it's hard to say who'll go." "Well, Sect Master Chase, and Mr. Walter, Mr. Norm, and Ms... Mr. Yara, as well as Ms. Willow and Ms. Lisa, you orthodox inheritors of the Miracle Doctor Sect should all have opportunities," Selmer said. "What about Elder Millie?" Willow looked at Millie in her military attire and asked. Helena looked at this Sky Demon general, not knowing what to say. "She should also be able to be selected, I suppose?" Selmer thought for

"It’s a celebration. The night you announce your mate." I crossed my arms, feeling the defensive wall go up. "Why do I even get to choose? Did you pick Cain, or did the universe just hand him to you?" "The Moon Goddess chooses," Selene explained. She smoothed out a sweater with a slow, careful touch. "She finds the strongest bond. That’s the pull Selah will feel. That’s the one she’ll want." "Then why the parade? Why dragging me through four territories if the choice is already made?"

And I know most of them thought I was too young and immature for the role but I wanted to desperately prove them wrong. I clenched my hands into fists underneath the table. I saw Uncle Jackson's eyes flash in my direction probably guaging my possible reaction to see if he should step in. No. I had to learn to handle it myself. "Whoever is to sit on that throne beside me needs to me worthy." I emphasised every word. "I do not need to explain how I choose to test the man I will spend my life sharing a bed with and ruling my kingdom." Delta Rochelle gave me a blank look. She sat back.

“Maya is just going to keep educating me like a child. And I need that. I get it. But while I’m doing that, I also need… I need to do something.” Rake turned his head, staring off into the trees, thinking. And when he turned back, he looked hesitantly hopeful. “What?” I asked. “There's a Selection coming up.” I blinked. “Selection? What's that?” “It's the ceremony where the powerful, unmated males who are ready to take a mate step forward and select from the group of presented females.” I frowned. “Like some kind of messed up beauty pageant?”

“Lucas and Royal are graduating this year. That means Prez and Vice Prez titles are open. Yours truly is up for President and this could help me sway the brothers to my side.” “A party,” Piper asks. “A party with the hottest girls on campus, if you girls are coming.” My fingers dance with Piper’s down low where no one can see. “Please,” Sabrina says. “That’s such a line.” “It’s the truth,” Adam declares, drawing an X across his heart. “Extra points for wearing something slutty.” “Hey,” Jordan points a finger at Adam, as Antonio walks up and joins us. “What,” Adam asks, because he’s such a dumb ass he doesn’t see Jordan’s arm still draped around Sabrina. Antonio, however, hasn’t stopped notic

Simon, my beta and the right-hand man said with his head low. ”The young captives are ready. It's time for the selection. Should we proceed or….” he asked and I cut him short. “I'll be there shortly,” I said to him and he walked out. Every two years, after the great war, a crucial process called "The Selection" takes place. It involves identifying and classifying the prisoners of war based on their abilities and skills.