They Chose Her Novels & Stories

Cassian whispered her name. She turned toward him. I remember. He stepped closer. What do you remember? Arielle looked at her children. At Lyra. Elara. Kael. Adrian. Elias. Seraphina. Liora. Noah. Hope. Aurel. The first No. Amara. All of them. Then she looked at Mira. And finally at Cassian. Before I chose any of them... Her voice trembled. Someone gave me the right to choose myself.

"That's impossible. She has a child. She still has Miles. How can she have nothing left to hold on to?" The priest closed his eyes. "A child? Before she left, she severed every bond between herself and her son. She wanted no further connection to any of you. That was her choice, and it was her peace." Grant shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. "That's not true. She loved me. We loved each other so much. How could she just throw all of that away?" "My child, some wrongs, once committed, can never be undone."

But now, they twisted the truth without hesitation, dumping every bit of filth they could onto me. Phoebe watched me with a half-smile, clearly enjoying the humiliation. Only after the ridicule finally started dying down did she speak again. "You came from nothing, Cassian. After what happened with all those men and women, your body's already been used up. Other than me, who else would even want you? "Drop the act already. Hand the bouquet to Julian, and I'll allow you to attend our reception." As she spoke, she snatched the bouquet from my hands.

The donor kidney I had fought so hard and waited so long for, she had tricked the doctors into transferring to him instead. Every word out of Vincent's mouth felt like a blade twisting in my chest. And Diana was the one who had handed him the knife. I smiled–a hollow, wretched thing. "Is that so? If she's that wonderful, she's all yours." I turned and walked toward the door. This apartment was suffocating me. If I stayed any longer, I wouldn't make it out alive. However, even now, Diana would not let me go. The moment my fingers touched the door handle…

The look on her face as she pranced around in rage, before finally stalking off. It made my heart ache so bad it hurt, causing tears to prickle my eyes. I cared about her, but I didn't want to be a second choice only because her power deemed it. I wanted to be chosen. "Choose you, how?" Kade's brows furrowed. "Hadn't she already done that when you said her powers did?" "Her powers chose me. Not her." I replied, jaw tightened so hard I feared my teeth could crack. The frustration was driving me crazy, and so was the possible anger Nora might have harboured towards me.

On the day of the bridal shoot, Nathaniel White's childhood friend, Yvonne Woods, turned up out of nowhere with an armful of flowers and threw herself into his arms, laughing. The photographer couldn't look away and turned the camera toward them again. I stood off to the side in my wedding dress with no idea what to do. The shutter clicked 99 times. Not once was the camera pointed at me. Watching how comfortable they were with each other in front of the camera left a bitter ache in my chest. Nathaniel and Yvonne, the girl he'd grown up with, were both very good-looking. Whenever they stood side by side, every photographer aimed straight at them. The day he asked me out and I said yes, a frie

Coming home from a late shift on a winter night, my fingers were stiff with cold. The first thing I did was head for the bathroom. Ethan stopped me, a bowl of late-night leftovers in his hand. “What took you so long? Rena’s in the bath. Just wait a bit.” I glanced at the clock. It was already eleven thirty. “I have to be up at six. Could you ask her to finish earlier next time?” He frowned. “It’s just a bath. Do you really have to make an issue of it?” When we’d been apartment hunting, I suggested getting a place with two bathrooms. Ethan insisted on this one because it was close to his and Serena’s office. Their commute was ten minutes. Mine meant three transfers and nearly four hours round

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with tears and fury. “They gave me a choice.” Her voice was raw. “You… or them.” Daniel’s breath hitched. And then, in the quiet darkness, she whispered the words that would change everything. “I chose you.” The Aftermath of a Choice For a moment, Daniel couldn’t breathe. She chose him. Not out of convenience. Not because she had to. But because she wanted to. He cupped her face, searching her eyes. “Are you sure?” Eleanor exhaled shakily. “No.” She let out a breathless laugh, tears still glistening in her eyes. “But I’ve spent my whole life doing what they wanted. What was expected.”

And of all the people to use and learn more about her magical powers, she chose me. She actually chose me! The nerve of these bitches!

His pants move as he goes instantly hard at her touch. “Damn,” he says as she turns and continues our trek up the mountain. “Don’t make our use of the humans any harder than it has to be,” she says too quietly for the humans to hear. “He’s an idiot if he can’t tell that I’m one of you, not one of him,” I say. “He wasn’t chosen because he was intelligent,” she says, finding a couple more individuals to add to our group. We’ve just reached a small plateau when she turns and looks at the select group of humans.