Novel & Cerita Visual Novel With Choices

" He asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes. He wasn't the only one who was curious. I could feel it. They were all burning with curiosity. And yeah, from just their looks, I could tell, they already knew the option that I was going to pick. For a coward, raised outside the palace, of course, they would expect me to pick the first option, the cowardly's way out . I was about to disappoint them. .

he replied, tilting his head slightly There was a heavy silence between them. “You don’t believe me?” she finally said “I’m deciding.” Cole said, looking directly in her eyes That was worse, much worse. “I cannot deal with any of these right now. I see that you are not in a good mood; we will have this conversation when you feel much better," Ana said hurriedly as she left the room. Just as she left, he received a notification. he opened it and a Video appeared on his screen

Hey sweetpies, let's do the quiz and share your score in the comments! (You can find the answer at the end of the chapter) Q1-Q5 MULTIPLE CHOICES Q1: Which picture(s) CAN'T be used as my book cover: a.A picture of landscape taken by a famous photographer b.A screenshot from Twilight movie c.A model's photo on Pixiv d.A fan-art of K-pop stars that I draw myself Q2:I find that I have a total of $120 income on May 20th. Which one(s) of the following date is a possible date when you receive the $120 from GoodNovel?

“Choose me, Vincent. The girl you're holding is just a draft. I am the finished book.” Camela crumpled to the ground in tears, pleading. “Vincent, please…I’m real! She’s not…don’t abandon me.” Vincent trembled, caught between two choices. The foxes moved in closer, their eyes shining like a hundred flames. The soil trembled beneath their paws. The veiled woman stretched out her glowing hand, it looked perfect. “Choose me. End the struggle. Get the ending you deserve.” Camela gripped Vincent’s arm tightly, her voice cracking with emotion. “Don’t. Please don’t do this. If you choose her…you’ll lose me.”

Not as a variable. As the one who had to answer. “You saw your options,” the administrator continued. “STANDARD ENDING. TRAGIC CORE MERGE. REBEL PATHS. COST MATRICES. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?” It wanted me to speak in its language. To pick from its menu. To fit myself inside its pre‑written outcomes. My hand tightened on the pen. I thought of the Standard Ending door’s nothingness. The Tragic Author Ending’s numb eternity. The half‑formed rebellions, cycling through versions where one of us always died alone.

she said as she smiled insanely. “Well what would you pick Kiara, wait and die horribly or kill yourself and die with your dignity intact?” she faced me with her insane smile as she asked. None, I would choose none, this is crazy, how exactly is this even a game at this is crazy, how exactly is this even a game at this point. “Is there even a right choice to this,” I responded as my heart raced. “Well what do you think,” she responded with a smile and then BANG!

They were delicate roses and clean Jasmine. Almost everyone chose Rose, including me. But, Ailina chose Jasmine, and Rican also chose Jasmine. Everyone lamented, “Oh my god, Phoenix is indeed different. She chooses Jasmine. A girl should like roses. Why did Phoenix choose Jasmine?” I frowned tightly. He muttered, “She likes roses a lot.” The second was a set of game pictures, Phantasm and Nanny. The others who didn’t play the game didn’t understand these two pictures, and they only felt that one was handmade and the other was gentle.

I picked up the piece and, sure enough, it was my wife. The eyes popped open, and she looked surprised before she began screaming, but no sound came out. I set the piece back down, the dark eyes of Vincent Marconi looking back before lifting his arm, gun in hand, toward the other side of the board. I was the king, and beside me was a broken and frail looking queen that was an unmistakable tiny version of Lila. “What is going on?” I asked. “It’s a choice.” I scrunched my brow. “A choice? I thought it was a game.”

he lets out angrily, voicing out his frustration. “That is my decision, Edmond. I do not owe you an explanation for my decision. If you had brought a decent girl like Nicole here, maybe I would have given you my approval and let you have the company. But you chose her and I have to be sure that she is not a gold-digger before I give you my blessings!” he scolded him furiously, making Nicole so proud and excited to be named as the chosen one.

The first sign that I’ve got the right girl. I stare after her, trying to figure it all out. The contradiction of infatuation and disinterest that comes from making eye contact. Then there’s that hint of longing I’ve been smacked with. The same need that fills me when we’re alone hits hard, as I watch them walk away. Paisley Sullivan. I’m still having a hard time picturing it but the ID doesn’t lie. Why else would it be down there? How else did it get to the basement of the library? And why isn’t she saying anything?