They Chose Her Novels & Stories

She craved my favorite dish and dreamed of the places I wanted to go. Military history, world geography, economics—she seemed to be endlessly curious about everything. She was like a beam of light breaking into the dust-cloaked corners of my heart. I was drawn to her energy and her appetite for life. I saw in her the shape of a future worth chasing. That was the moment I decided to leave the past behind. I wanted to build a new life with her. She, too, had that look—like she wished we'd met sooner. We talked until the café closed.

She didn't say a word, but her eyes begged him to pick her. Tony froze. Only then did she start crying. "Tony, I'm fine. Go with Luca. It's my fault. Even if my leg's broken, I deserve it." My stomach twisted. I grabbed his arm. "Tony, I'll take Luca. Just give me the money." I wasn't even asking him to come. Just pay. The motorcycle had already swallowed everything I had.

You are mine. She stared into his eyes, seeing the desperation and love in them, and something deep inside her suddenly fit perfectly. She wasn’t just a vessel. She wasn’t just a prophecy. She was more. Emily’s voice rose above the chaos, fierce and raw. “I choose!” she screamed, her body igniting with heat. “I choose me!”

She'll see him for the user I will make him out to be. He had his choice. He chose her. Now, he gets the consequences.

In order to blend into their world, she had secretly learned that ancient tongue, planning to someday surprise them by speaking it fluently. But the more she understood, the colder her heart became. At that moment, she looked at the pride faintly shining in the eyes of the two people before her and suddenly spoke in flawless Primal Tongue. "I won't." She would never make up with them again.

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

"You thought you could vanish, didn’t you? That no one would come looking for you." "No," she muttered. "I hoped no one would care enough to. Before he could reply, she added "Why'd you choose me?" she asked. Because you're different. Quiet. Calculated. Not like the others they tried to offer me. I chose you." "I’m not a choice. I’m a person."I get to make the decision in my life not you or Gerald. She wrapped her arms around herself. "What do you want from me?" He didn’t answer right away. He simply watched her, as if seeing something beneath her skin.

“It doesn’t seem like you have much of a choice. You’ve been chosen.” I couldn’t do anything but nod. The lump in my throat was simply too thick to speak around. I wasn’t the only one that had been chosen. Naomi had been too. And the both of us had clearly chosen this little girl to love, which only left one thought in my head: What in the hell was I going to do about it?

It hadn’t been clarified why they were there or what they were being chosen for. "You’ll have to ask him that yourself, my dear," the man replied. Charity fell silent, stunned by the revelation. Did he recognize me? Oh no, I yelled at him before… She winced, silently praying he wouldn’t remember her. "Wait, why was she chosen?" Charity turned to see a woman, clearly upset, glaring at her. "Yeah, there might have been a mistake!" another woman chimed in. Charity said nothing, feeling embarrassed. Judging by their reactions, it seemed like she didn’t deserve to be chosen. After all, the others were taller and more striking compared to her average looks and short stature. She only stood out bec

he said. "I did not know what I was going to be before this," she said. She said it carefully, the way she said the true things that had been waiting to be said for a while and that she wanted to say correctly. "Not before the bond or before the pack house. I mean before I understood what it felt like to be chosen entirely. I had been wanted before, for what I represented and what I carried and what I was able to do, and I had been needed, which is a different category entirely, and I had been used, which is another category still, and none of those are the same as chosen. Being chosen is the specific act of someone looking at everything you are, including the parts that are difficult and th