They Chose Her Novels & Stories

She stops herself before her eyes could make it to his face pressed on the pillow. He is a blurry stranger. And she should keep it that way. Audrey opted out of taking the elevator. She refused to be seen in her walk of shame state, thank you very much. She rummages through her purse as she took herself to her only choice of going out of the hotel: the stairs. She phoned her assistant and given her specific instructions to pick her up. Audrey was panting by the time she made it to the ground floor.

As if reading her mind he said, "Don't worry I want you to make the best choice." Then they allighted from the car and walked towards the men, she looked at their faces one after the other. Ellen didn't like either of them, she was about to turn to Damien and tell him that, when her eyes caught a soldier standing at the far end of the line. She walked up to him, looked at him from his head to his toe. "I choose him." She said to Damien who was surprised by her choice. All the soldiers were so tall and well built but then the person she chose was the smallest of them all.

she explained simply. If we had been discussing anything else, I would have believed we were not talking about anything beyond the dinner menu. It wasn't something monumental or something small… it just was. My jaw dropped and I just stared at her like she was slightly crazy. "What?" she asked confused about my reaction. "They… CHOSE you?" "Yes. They pick a woman for their house for the night," she repeated a little perturbed. "But… why?" "What do you mean, why?" she asked, confused.

“For all of them.” And in the far horizon, fire stirred. Unseen. Unstoppable. Coming for her. But today, she had chosen. And she had been chosen in return.

Left him standing in the hall, hard and furious and breathing like he’d just tasted the edge of something divine—and lost it again. By the time she reached her chamber, her pulse was still a war drum. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, smiling. Because now… now they all knew. She was not the one to be chosen. She was the one who chose. And tonight, she'd chosen herself

She bit her lip and extended a passionate invitation to Timothy, "Can you stay with me tonight, Timothy?" Timothy looked at her coldly. He was sure he felt nothing for Willow. Instead, he was reminded of Yvonne. She'd always been a more reserved woman when it came to sex, and she'd never been as bold as Willow, yet he loved her look of resignation and embarrassment. There was darkness in his eyes. Anyone who had half a brain would know he was mad, but Willow didn't see that. She thought he'd fallen for the bait, and she leaned toward him.

She reached up, gently brushed the tear from my cheek, and whispered, “You really came for me, you care.” “I never stopped,” I said hoarsely. “Not once.” Killian was frozen behind us. “Sansa,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re choosing him?” She didn’t answer him. She just looked at me. And that was answer enough. I took her hand tighter and began walking us out. Every step away from that house felt like a victory. Not because I had won her, but because she had chosen herself. Chosen peace. Chosen love that didn’t trap her.

Tessa’s POV: All my life I’ve lived by someone else’s rule, been someone else’s prisoner, and lived a life I didn’t choose. Not anymore. Today I chose to have a choice, and in doing so, I chose me. I waited for a little while to ensure everyone must have gathered at the garden. But, secretly, to gather strength for the unknown path that lay before me.

’ I declared. ‘She came back because she was sent. She had nowhere to go.’ He rolled his eyes at me. ‘Don’t be mean.’ I said. ‘Don’t be stupid.’ He retorted. ‘I chose Claire.’ I stated. ‘And Zoe was chosen for you by the Moon Goddess. Whose choice is more credible?’ He asked. ‘Stop confusing me!’ I placed my head in my hands. ‘Stop being confused. There is only one choice.’ He was making it so hard.

“She didn’t choose!” SHE CHOSE YOU. The memory shattered. Evelyn fell to her knees. Alexander caught her. “Evelyn.” She looked up at him. “She chose me.” “Who?” “My sister.” The woman stood several feet away. Tears were running down her face. Evelyn stared at her. “You remember.” The woman nodded. “Yes.” “You went through the door.” “Yes.” “You chose me.” “Yes.” “Why?” The woman looked away. “Because someone had to stay.”