Way Of Choices Novels & Stories

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

I love you so much and forever! How many paths can we choose in our life? What scares us is not the many alternatives we have, but rather the obligation to choose one of them. And there may be times when we enter an impasse. All options seem valid, all exits seem too risky. We become lost, confused, not knowing what is right or wrong.

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.

Their reality. "Both are valid," I said. When room quieted. When everyone listened. "Choosing love aggressively is valid. Choosing caution is valid. Choosing to wait is valid. Choosing to bond now is valid. All of it. All choices. All approaches. All ways of being. That's what real community is. Accepting all choices. Supporting all paths. Loving everyone regardless of how they choose to live." "What about you?" someone asked. "What do you choose? What do you recommend?"

“The mirror chooses the order. The mirror chooses the pairings. And the mirror… never lies.” The torches guttered once, twice, and then steadied. “Enter when you are ready. Or do not enter at all. The choice, as always, is yours.” But the sealed doors behind them had already ground shut again. There was no going back. Only forward. Into the mirror. Into their own darkest desires.

She had said we would get married once we secured our series A financing. Five years later, when the funding came through, she said we would get married once our user base passed ten million. Then, in the seventh year, she had told me with bright eyes that if she managed to get her hands on Jack's multimillion-dollar investment, she would marry me. I had believed her yet again.

Evelyn Jackson's reaction and her choice planted a thought in my mind. 'Was she reborn too?' Obviously, the look on her face had already given her away. The Alpha family had only sent their butler to pick me up. There was no welcoming ceremony or celebration. It had been the same in my previous life. The orphanage director had let us choose our own adoptive families. Evelyn had wanted nothing more than a life of wealth and luxury. She deliberately lured me away beforehand. By the time I returned, she was already sitting inside the Alpha family's luxury car.

And I need to be the one who chooses who that someone is, before the choice is made for me. I close my eyes and start building the map from nothing. There is a way out of here. There is always a way.

Alpha Jack wasn't ready to let all of his hard work be enjoyed by someone else. "I think I agree. The king is not yet dead though we wish him a quick recovery. A regent is better considering the situation at hand. We should stick to our voting. Besides, I don't like the idea of having really old people sitting on the throne. When would we have the time to start teaching them not to talk of settling the problems at hand." Alpha Wesley decided to reason with Alpha Jack. Alpha Jack felt relieved as they all agreed to his suggestion. He was scared they would choose to stick to the old ways.

she stopped and Indy continued for her. “You see our pack was small and not very excepting of different ways to experience life or love, they seemed to think that same sex mates were a disgrace to the pack and limited the opportunities to grow the pack, because they couldn’t produce children. So, we were ordered by our families and our Alpha and Luna to reject each other and they were going to pick out mates for us. We were to be forcibly marked by them tying us to them and breaking our bond to each other” Indy spoke and I could see them both visibly tense. Indy continued “We refused to reject each other and pleaded for our families to accept us but they wouldn’t, they told us we had a choic