The Unforgivable Choice Chinese Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

If she chose the ritual, Duncan’s parents would die right in front of them. "Amora, please!" Barbara cried out, her eyes locking onto her former daughter-in-law. "Save him! Save Henry! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for what we did to you! Please!" Duncan looked up at Amora, his eyes filled with absolute despair. He couldn't move. He couldn't make the choice. He was trapped between the survival of his bloodline and the soul of his fated mate. "Amora... the kids... protect the kids first..."

“You don’t have a choice.” Wei awoke the next day sore. She blushed as she remembered what had happened with Tyler. It was not her first time, but Chen had been the only man she had ever been with and he was always tender and sweet, unlike the wild beast who ravished her last night. A beast who was about to be her husband. Would it be like that every night? Wei shuddered at the thought. Maybe she should call this thing off and find some other way to get her mother’s company back. But how? She had no money, and she was sure Hoo would not be satisfied after the failed attempt last night. She would keep sending men to attack her. No, she could not call it off. Tyler was her only hope. She just

He figured he could continue on and she’d find him, but he didn’t really have a direction right now. “You are?” She sounded upset at hearing that. “What’s the price?” She demanded and he felt a smile. “Same thing I asked. I name a person I want dead or persons I guess. Once she kills them her part is done with me until I die, then she gets to drag me to hell and choose what part of it I spend eternity in.” He told her. “But I’m not planning on picking someone. She told me that I would then be stuck with her until I died if I didn’t choose.”

He shifts in his seat. “Which is?” Bastian folds his arms. Grey adjusts his dress shirt. “Well, see…” Eve rolls her eyes. “Grey, just spit it out.” He looked at me with concern. “Sweetie, you want to field this one. I’m so confused.” “Ok.” I tick my head. “Basically, my bloodline has been the guardian of Kay-Os' prison while being subjected to thousands of years of abuse from the red wolves and the pool. I was given a choice. Continue my abuse or cut my bloodline for a life with Grey. I chose Grey and thus broke the cage holding Kay-Os.”

"Dante. You knew I loved you for years. And you gave me nothing. I was a consolation prize. A substitute. An excuse to stay near Grace." "I didn't know—" "You never asked, Dante. You never once asked if being second place hurt." He couldn't speak. "Go back. I want to be someone's first choice." He stood there. Long enough that even the boy looked up. Then he turned and walked away. His back wasn't as straight as before. The yard fell quiet. Damien sat on the front step. The sun was warm. I sat beside him. "You heard all that?" I asked. He nodded.

Nathan frowned at the sight of me being slapped and started toward me, but Trinity clutched onto him, stopping him in his tracks. She cried even harder. "Mom, after I die, you and Dad have to take care of yourself, okay? You've sacrificed so much for me all these years. I'm sorry I won't be able to repay you. Nate, thank you for finding the kidney donors for us. I don't deserve them. I'll pay you back in my next life…" Trinity continued her melodramatic performance, threatening to end her life, while Mom clutched her tightly, sobbing and calling her "my baby" over and over.

It was a small kindness, but it felt like a rope. “I can’t let this happen again,” he said in a whisper. “But you have to decide, Fiona. You can't have it both ways anymore. You have to decide now," The choice came down on top of me like a heavy thing, and I wouldn’t let it go. I had lived long enough in my father’s shadow. It was time to emerge into the light, to make a choice. “I do what is right,” I said, even though my voice trembled and the fear clutched my chest. “

The man who had never shown her the slightest bit of interest. My heart ached for her as I watched her boil over. I’d seen her go through so much for this arranged marriage, but Nickolas? He was a mystery—a stone wall that never budged. It frustrated Delilah to no end, and it was breaking her down in ways I couldn’t even fully understand.

He was alive. “Go on,” Selene murmured. “You’re wasting time.” The spell beneath my siblings flared blood red. Ariana’s scream was muffled by the gag. Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, his lips trembling around silent pleas. “You have seconds, Azaria,” my mother said, her tone sharpening. I didn’t move. And that’s when she whispered, “Choose him, and choose their death. Choose me, and you’ll be free.” The choice was written in blood and pain. One life for three. Love or family. The bond or the blood.

Tesha says. “How can you do this?” Iris asks. “How could you stand by and watch innocent women get raped and tortured? How could you stand by and watch a dragon get beaten to the point that his scales ripped off? You did nothing. What we’re doing is showing you that there are consequences for your actions or your lack thereof,” I say, my voice becoming hard. “All of us have had a hard life. None of us would have stood by and allowed that. If you want a chance to redeem yourselves, this is the price. Otherwise, choose Fordin’s way and die. Choose now.”