They Chose Her Novels & Stories

Waits and most importantly It chooses. I chose her. She doesn't even get a say in this and neither does he because I will tear the world apart if I have to, burn them all to ash if they stand in my way but no one gets to take her from me not in this lifetime not in the after life. She is mine. Not because she’s powerful. Not because the world bends around her like she’s something divine. No. I chose her because she doesn’t try to be. Because she stands in the middle of destruction and still looks… untouched.

Three days until the Whitfield Scholarship exam. Out of nowhere, a neighbor from our old street called to ask how much the villa had sold for. "The way that mother and son throw money around, it must have gone for a fortune." I had no idea what she was talking about. The villa was the wedding gift my mother gave me. I would never have sold it. Three years ago, my son had just won a place at the best public high school in the city. My husband said Noah was coddled and had no idea how ordinary people lived. To break him of it, we moved out of the villa and into a cramped, aging walk-up. Three years of high school. I lived that lean life beside him, buying marked-down produce. Noah tr

"But if she gets the chance..." The child opened her eyes. "...I choose her." The vision vanished. Emily covered her mouth. Selene was crying. "You chose me." Emily looked at her. "I did." "Before you knew me?" "Yes." "Before you were born?" Emily nodded. "Yes." Selene's tears fell. "Why?" Emily knelt. "I don't know." Selene looked confused. Emily smiled through her own tears. "Maybe that's what makes it a choice." Selene stared at her.

Their heads swiveled toward my shadowed corner in unison. I held up my phone, the screen glowing. For three years in this city, I had stayed in the background, in the closed-off corners. This was the first time I walked from the shadows into their direct line of sight. Even if this ‘audience’ was only Leon and Liana, it was enough. “Elara?!” “How are you here?” Liana released Selene and charged toward me like a feral she-wolf.

It had taken me seven whole years to help Leonardo Caruso become Don. The night he took the title, he held my hand tightly and announced to everyone, "From now on, no matter what happens, forget about me if you have to. The Donna stays safe." That night, everyone envied what we had. Then his childhood friend, Isabella Greco, returned from Sorrenza. He still escorted me to dinners and galas on his arm, but he handed the family business to Isabella and told me to focus on resting and caring for our baby. Isabella's father had died for him. Whenever she needed him, I had to come second. I believed that after surviving so many brushes with death together, he would never truly abandon me.

My wife's first love got engaged. To make him regret it, she signed up for her company's training program in Europe and flew to the other side of the world. I called and texted her every single day, but I never got a single response. In the fourth year, I stopped trying to reach her. I was at a baby store picking out clothes for my daughter when she suddenly caught the earliest flight home. One look at the adorable little girl beside me, and she exploded. "We haven't seen each other in four years! Whose kid is that?" I stroked my daughter's hair. "You didn't value my love. Surely I'm allowed to find someone better?"

Five years into our marriage, my mafia Don husband finally offered to throw me the wedding ceremony we never had. Before I could even feel a ounce of joy, our four-year-old son, Leo, was already glued to his father, Sean, eagerly discussing every detail of the wedding. "Daddy, I want to be the ring bearer! And we have to let Aunt Celine wear the prettiest dress to be the maid of honor!" "The wedding dessert has to be Aunt Celine's favorite cherry pie." My husband agreed to every single request. Then, he picked up his phone and called the "Aunt Celine" our son spoke of—his childhood sweetheart. He carefully asked about her other preferences. They looked like the real family of three, finalizi

"I never believed the rumors about the deadly curse surrounding Elijah. I chose Aaron simply because I thought he was a foolish man who would be easy to manipulate. If only I had known things would turn out this way, I would have chosen Elijah from the very beginning." Her gaze drifted out through the taxi window as it cut through the night. Her expression turned cold, filled with hatred. "If that deadly curse really exists, then let Irina die from it. Once that woman is out of the picture, I'll approach Elijah. I'll be the one to break the curse with my own hands once I become his wife. But for now... I sincerely hope Irina dies soon." Several days passed. That afternoon, Elijah stood in th

My wife, Claire Mercer, ran the hospital, and she still handed my mother's surgery to a junior physician. Only because he was the one child her late mentor had left behind. "Noah needs this chance to prove himself. Let him take your mother's surgery." I refused, and Claire decided I was doing it to spite her. "My mentor asked me before he died to look after Noah. Can't you try to understand me, just once?" Every urgent word of it was in Noah's defense. I looked at her and was suddenly very tired. Anything to do with Noah, and I was the one who gave way. A car crash put me in the hospital and the doctors issued three critical-condition notices; she was at Noah's birthday party. My mo

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,