روايات وقصص ضمن Visual Novel With Choices

Knox grins. After everything they just did and the state I'm in because of it, how can I possibly say no? "Do I even have a choice?" "There's always a choice, Baby Doll...." "As long as you make the right one." Jory smiles goofily. "And I suppose 'yes' is the right choice in this instance?" I raise a brow, and they all answer in unison. "Yes!"

Someone who claims to be Aurora's sister from a reality that never existed. TWhich reality would YOU choose? Power and pain? Or peace and forgetting? Comment which one! I need to know what you'd pick Chapter 57 is THE CHOICE and it changes EVERYTHING END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Talia's POV I had only just stepped out of the Council of Elders' hall when Darius Vilkas blocked my way, his malevolent aura nearly engulfing me whole. With just one glance, I knew then that he had been reborn as well. In my previous life, although his gaze toward me before our mating ceremony wasn't kind, it was still never like this, like he was looking at something filthy stuck to his skin that he just couldn't get rid of.

I pressed my back against the counter in the dark and I did not move and I looked at Mae's silhouette three feet away, and she was standing the way a person stands when they have done this before , weight low, perfectly still, not a single wasted muscle. The street light through the fogged glass throws the silhouette in orange.It still has not moved. I typed back with one thumb, slowly, so the screen light stays low “Who is it” It was not a question. I did not have the patience for a question mark right now. His reply took four seconds which was a long time when someone is standing on the other side of a locked door. “One of Victor's. Don't let Mae open it. I am twelve minutes away.” Victor.

Christian's Pov It's been three weeks since I last talked to Jess. We fight every now and then but never this long. This is the longest we have gone without talking to each other and it's driving me crazy. These three weeks made me sad, mad, hurt and many other emotions you could think of. I knew she was serious about wanting space when another maid started attending to me. I began to transfer the aggression to other things. I have evicted fifteen girls out of the selection and my Dad has never been more angry with me and my actions. He said he is disappointed in me but I don't care, let's just get this selection over with. I was not in the right frame of mind and I just wanted to tal

Flowers bloomed across the kingdoms. Children laughed. But I wasn't there. No one remembered my name. Only an old statue stood beneath the moon. The inscription read: "To Queen Emilia, whose sacrifice gave us tomorrow." The vision vanished. I collapsed to my knees. "So those are the choices?" Seluna nodded sadly. "They are the two strongest possibilities." "Neither is inevitable." "But both are real." I covered my face with trembling hands. "How am I supposed to choose?" She knelt beside me. "You are asking the wrong question."

Or I could send it to my mother and force her to finally face what she had helped hide. But I didn't do either of those things. Instead, I just sat there and stared at the phone until my eyes burned. A text came through. It was from the unknown number again, the one that had been guiding me this whole time. "You have the truth now. What you do with it will define who you become next. Choose carefully." I read it twice, then set the phone down. Whoever was sending these messages, they were right. I had a choice to make, and it would change everything.

Silas frowned. “Against what?” Victor didn’t answer immediately. Because the answer was already forming. --- The screen shifted again. Not dramatically. Not aggressively. But precisely. --- New text appeared. --- “Not all choices carry equal clarity.” --- Roman exhaled. “Yeah… that sounds like judgment.” Ariana’s voice sharpened slightly. “It is judgment.” Victor didn’t disagree. “Yes.” A beat. “But not the kind we’re used to.” --- Silas crossed his arms.

“And leaves only truth.” Below – The Choice The attackers stopped suddenly not defeated paused. Adrian stood in the center, chest rising, eyes sharp. Then—A voice echoed. “Choose.” The room shifted again. Two doors appeared. One marked EXIT. The other—Nothing. Victor’s voice cut in. “Don’t trust it.” Adrian didn’t move. The voice continued. “Walk away… and she lives.” A pause. “Stay… and you might reach her.” Silence. Deadly. Because this wasn’t strategy anymore. It was choice.

She turns away from me, obviously not happy with my answer. I lean forward, putting my mouth next to her ear. “My choices are feeding and fucking or feeding and fighting. Fighting ends in death for the other person. If you won’t let me feed on you, you’ll have to tell me which one is preferable to you.” “Neither is preferable!” she says, setting the books aside and starting to get out of my lap.