They Chose Her Novels & Stories

I was the band's drummer and songwriter, but I was always the one the spotlight forgot. At our first music festival, I got ready to join hands with everyone for the final bow. But my boyfriend, lead singer Arthur Bennett, and my brother, guitarist Anthony Shaw, reached right past me. They each took one of Daisy Parker's hands, and with our keyboardist between them, the three bowed to the crowd. "The stage is too crowded. Just stay back and watch the gear." In the official photos from that day, only the other four looked as though they belonged in the spotlight. Next came an awards ceremony. I reached for the Best Lyricist trophy with my name on it. But my sister, Susan Shaw, snatched it and

During the bridal pickup ritual, my maid of honor, Heather Monroe, locks me and Nicola Sanderson, my fiancé's best friend, in the same room. According to local tradition, the blindfolded groom must carry the woman he believes to be his bride to the bridal car. Afraid that my fiancé, Julian Bennett, might mistake me for someone else, I purposely wear the couple bracelet we've shared throughout our seven years together. But when Julian feels the bracelet on my wrist, he pauses for only a second before letting go. Then, he walks straight over to Nicola and sweeps her into his arms. Our family and friends burst into laughter. "Childhood sweethearts really do have the best chemistry!" "Jul

He said. “But she hates me so why would she choose me?!” I asked as I veered my teary gaze to the Kid. “This is a good thing, Ciril. The Moon goddess chose you because you want no one but you to be her Champion! It’s so dope! I’m friends with the Chosen One—” “That’s enough, Clord!” I voiced at Clord now as I shot up to melt feet.

passed away the week before I gave birth. With him gone, I lost the only support I had. So, in Rachel's eyes, I had stolen her rightful place as Mrs. Soulman? "But you've already gotten everything you wanted. Why won't you leave me alone?"

“I…I didn’t mean to push her down the stairs. I was angry and wanted to push her out of the way. She just…” “You can leave now.” I interrupted her sharply, having made my point clear. There was a bit of silence before she spoke again. “Is it true that…she’s your chosen?” Oh, I loved this. I made sure to look her in the eyes as I answered her. “Yes she is. And she wasn’t forced on me. I chose her since the first day I set my eyes on her.” The disappointment on her face afterwards was satisfying. “You can go now, Bianca. I have somewhere to be.” She turned to the car door, opened then slammed it closed. I didn’t watch her leave. I started the engine and peeled away. The only thing in my mind n

They adjusted my stance, the lighting, the angle—like I was just another prop in their perfect shot. "Alright, looks good." Sophie finally showed up, draped in a custom Oscar de la Renta. "My turn." I stepped off the stage—almost. "Wait," Daniel said. "You stay." "What?" "You're the bridesmaid." Bridesmaid. At my husband's engagement party. With a side chick. "Daniel, don't you think that's a bit much?" Even Sophie hesitated. He shrugged. "What's the problem? No one here knows who she is."

The quiet sadness in her mouth — not weakness, but restraint. > “You were willing to die back there,” he said softly. “At the Hollow Seat.” She turned to him. “I didn’t think I had a choice.” “You always have a choice.” > “So do you,” she whispered. --- For a moment, they just *stood* there — silence thick, the wind playing with the edge of her cloak. He reached out, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. > “I chose you the moment you looked at them and didn’t flinch.”

he said, his voice low. “For what?” “For choosing me. Even when I didn’t deserve you.” She stopped him, turning to face him in the hallway outside their door. “I chose you because you saw me. Not the woman Dante broke. Not Russo’s pawn. Just me. Livia.” He kissed her forehead. “You were always Livia. I just helped you remember.” Inside their apartment, moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the space they’d made their own. No penthouse. No guards. Just a bed, a kitchen, a life.

she said slowly, “titles, blood, power, people who suddenly remember you exist. If it comes down to choosing me, us, you will choose us." His arm tightened around her. "Even if it's ugly." She added. "Especially if it's ugly," he looked at her. She exhaled, relieved and he pulled her closer until her face was tucked under his chin. “I already chose you,” he added, voice low and certain. “Before any of them remembered my name.”

Her thumb brushed over my knuckles in a slow, grounding motion. “I never imagined being chosen,” she said softly. “Without being used.” The words hit harder than I expected. She stared out over the valley as she spoke, voice steady but honest. “Every time someone picked me before, it was because I fit a need. A role. I didn’t think anyone would ever just… want me.” I turned fully toward her, lifting her chin gently so she had to look at me. “I didn’t choose you because you were useful,” I said. “I chose you because you are you.”