Unscramble Decides Novels & Stories

Not encouraging words but answers. "I heard from someone a long time ago that every decision in life is a risk," Eunice said and then proceeded to squeeze the hands of her daughter. "We cannot truly determine what the end of any decisions we take would be but we take it anyway because we seek something that we quite cannot explain"

"Then we'd give you the information you need to understand what that means. Down syndrome is a genetic condition, but it doesn't define the entirety of a person's life or determine the love and support a family can provide." Lela nodded. "I understand." "And whatever you decide regarding testing, you should make that decision based on accurate information—not fear." She looked at Jack. He nodded. "Absolutely." Outside the Office They walked out holding hands. Lela was quiet. Jack looked at her. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking about how scared I was." "I know." "I thought something was wrong with our baby." "I know." "And now..." She smiled. "Everything looks good." He nodded. "Everyth

’ my barely available subconscious mind spoke and I too ignored it. “You can take time to make your decision, Okay. Now leave and come back tomorrow at the same time and we will go shopping for you since your dressing sense won’t match the type of girl, I told mom about.” He was so sure of my answer that I wanted to kick him again but I kept my head down and just walked out of his place and didn’t make any argument later on. I need to decide, and I think I seem to have made one bad decision of working which caused me all the troubles I am having. This isn’t destiny, this is all decisions. Fate is stupid.

And it was as if I was poured with a very cold water that woke up my whole being, when I read the flash breaking news on a morning TV show. "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?"

Samantha leaned closer, practically hovering, her excitement making me smile despite myself. She picked up the sealed bag, turning it over in her hands before noticing a small note attached. She unfolded it and read aloud, her voice teasing and a little dramatic: “Sorry for overworking you last night. I got some pills and food for you. Signed, D.” I froze, my heart stuttering in my chest. The blush that had been creeping up my neck surged hot across my cheeks, and I snatched the note from her hands, feeling my fingers tremble just slightly. My pulse raced, a strange, thrilling mix of surprise, delight, and something I couldn’t quite name.

If he could start over, he would never choose silence again. He would tell Annie the truth. He would make sure she never misunderstood him. However, life offered no second chances. Some regrets lasted forever.

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

It was an unwritten, mutual understanding. Everyone thought George and I were endgame, and for a long time, so did I. However, things were different now. By choosing a path opposite to George’s, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over me. From now on, my priority was myself, and I was going to make choices for my own future, rather than constantly compromising to accommodate George.

Their cool, aristocratic gazes instantly found the center of the chaos—me, a woman drenched in pudding, standing frozen in humiliation. Emily’s wail broke the heavy silence, raw and desperate. “Daddy!”

About my family in careful capital letters that had already decided something the adults were still working toward. She typed back slowly Ask me tomorrow at ten o'clock. His reply came in seconds "I'll be there at nine fifty."