Way Of Choices Novels & Stories

"But what about you Bree? What about what you want?" "What I want isn't an option. I did what I wanted by following Byron Chase's case and see what happened!" "You are in love with Raiden, for God's sake!" Jessica exclaimed, standing up with a jerk. "Can you really give away your life just like that? Commit to a person you haven't even seen for real?" "And you think it's easy for me?!" Blair raised her voice and stood up to face her. She took a deep breath and continued, "I am not in a position to choose, Jessica. This is something I have to do. I can't be selfish at a time like this."

He pulled back slightly and wiped away my tears. “That’s what I meant when I said you saved my life again,” he said softly, resting his forehead against mine. Aryk interrupted our moment. “You passed one of the hardest tests for any sorcerer. You could have easily chosen the path she’d shown you – the path to darkness and power.” He looked at the two of us. “You chose love and light, even at the risk of harm. Many seasoned sorcerers would have fallen for that trick. It’s not always easy to see the truth.”

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

"Does it give you satisfaction to punish people?" "You think I chose to be like this." "Don't bullshit me,' I shook my head bemused at his ridiculous excuse," we all have some kind of a choice to choose the life that we want-" "Not me. . ." he shook his head profusely clenching his jaw," I had no real choice in terms of how my life went." "Is that why you're- you're the way you are?" I hope I didn't put my foot in my mouth. He gave me a quizzical look," You make it sound as if I'm not normal."

Connection over control. Choosing each other.

Death is, and the only one, inevitable part of a human cycle. Humans’ ways of living often depend on their choices—a calculated or a rash decision, choosing to be alone or to build a family, chasing for their dreams or to just rely on some miracle to happen, accept the reality and move on, or to make themselves get trapped in their own bubble floating in a void with no sense of direction. These choices take a huge part of their fate’s direction, their choices steer the wheel of their life despite having no idea where the road ends.

"And my choice will be the worst possible outcome. For everyone." Forty seconds. I studied the room, searching for exits, alternative paths, anything that could give me a third option. The walls were featureless. The door had vanished. Just me, the pedestal, the buttons, and the ticking clock. "There's always another way," I said, more to myself than her. "Every problem has multiple solutions if you examine it from enough angles." "Do they?" The Mother Below's amusement was palpable. "Or is that just what you tell yourself to avoid accepting that sometimes there are only bad choices?"

--- “This is the result.” --- Elena’s gaze moved across them. --- Counting without counting. --- Too many. --- Not just physically— --- Strategically. --- Because each one— --- Was a possibility. --- A version of decision. --- A path made real. --- “You didn’t choose one,” Victor said under his breath. --- A pause. --- “You split the choice.” --- The realization hit hard. --- Because instead of collapsing into a single outcome— --- The system had fractured into multiple controlled ones.

Now the tears are coming, my eyes are moist as I beg him. " Now we're going to do this the easy way" He looks at me stonily, " or the hard way, you make your choice, we can either walk away from here, you with your two feet on the ground, you could follow me, OR we can do it the hard way, the choice is all yours, and your actions will decide, in the end I'll still take you away from here." I stop struggling for a moment to gape at him. The hard way?

“Maybe it’s supposed to happen this way.” Her brows stitch together. “What do you mean?” “Well, we’re dealing with fate right? Maybe this was all planned. Me meeting you, saving you. You being faced with this choice. Just maybe, this is all supposed to happen this way.” I glance at her quickly before turning back to the road ahead. “You think fate wanted the cowboy released?” She eyes me. I shrug. “Anything’s possible at this point. Superhuman cowboys, magical pools of water. Fuck, I’m waiting for vampires to show up at this point.”