Way Of Choices Novels & Stories

She said, sniffing between words. "No, don't say that; you have everything to live for. You…" "I have nothing to leave for!" She interupted. "Do you know how it feels not to make your own choices, and have the freedom you deserve? Do you know how it feels to lose the only person who understands you the most? Do you know how it feels to be banned from being with the one person that your heart yields for? If you do, you won't be telling me this right now." She wailed.

Genesis said. "We're not going anywhere." All the vampires shouted. They raced towards the light as if to pull Genesis out to kill him. "If you remain on earth, I will strip you of all your powers. Do you want to stay on earth with only human-like powers or go to a place where you still retain all your power and you can dominate that place? I give you ten days to think. I only open the portal once; anyone who doesn't make it in time will have to accept the loss of all strength."

** {Anika’s POV} I was confused about the choice I had to make— muddled by the options presented before me. The West and South were no-go-areas as both Divisions were creeping with Ferals— so I’ve heard. Hence, I had to choose between the North and the East to go find Ciril, whereby if I chose wrongly, I may never find her in time before the Reigns came crashing down. It had been a confusing choice to make but I had to make one. And now, I was standing on the soil born from the choice I had made— and hopefully it was the right choice.

change? That's what I was thinking. I was imagining my face with my eyes closed. This is Tagore Gari who just stepped on Shiva but could not then. I was imagining that face in my mind. Anjali got curious. 'Anger is there but it is not expressed, sadness is there but it is suppressed affection. I thought it was my husband

The First Thought slowly closed its enormous eye. "A choice." The word echoed through existence. Then the entire realm trembled. The First Thought opened its eye again. "Very well." A brilliant light appeared between Veya and me. Two paths formed. One was silver. The other was black. "Choose." I stared at them. "What happens if I choose silver?" "Creation continues." "And black?" "Creation returns to silence." Veya looked at me. "Which one will you choose?" I looked at the silver path. Then at the black.

"We had it all mapped out. You thought you could eat your cake and have it? You thought you could have the girl and the power? No. Life doesn't work that way, brother. You have to choose." He stepped back, a dark, manic glint in his eyes as he spread his arms wide, gesturing to the room around us as if presenting a grand gift. "I’m going to give you an option right now," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You have two paths, but you only get to make one choice. So think carefully, Stefano, because there are no do-overs in this house." I stood perfectly still, my heart pounding against my ribs, but I kept my face as still as stone.

Not begging. Just … steady. Like, he doesn’t want us to see him break. Then the screen cuts to black. Words appear, white text on black. The asshole is getting creative. CHOOSE. Option A: Throwing a dice. Raped. Left alive. Option B: Rigged with a bomb that will tear limb from limb. Your choice will be recorded from start to finish for you to enjoy. You have 48 hours. My vision tunnels. Holy fucking flower bats. His choice is way worse than mine. His person … dead or alive. And knowing my twin, he’s going all out psycho right now.

"You refuse the offer and maintain your independence. There's poverty and hardship and suffering, but the community stays free, genuinely and completely free. And there's more death there too, immediate death, faster death, the kind that comes from having inadequate resources when a crisis hits." "Both paths lead to more death?" "All paths lead to death. The question is what kind, and how many, and whether you can justify it to yourself afterward." She lowers herself into a chair like her legs have given up on her. "I can't tell you which path is right. I can only tell you both are real and both are possible, and your choice is what determines which future actually comes." "That's not exactl

The system pulsed sharply. “Every decision model includes the possibility of choosing.” Regulations explain why. Amina shook her head faintly. “No,” she said. A pause. “Not real choice.”. The flows around her hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough. She stated that "your choices are spelled out with calculated precision.". Beset with outcomes that are within your understanding. A pause. Then—. "There's no way you can handle something that is out of your control.". Silence.

Looking back now, it felt foolish. Wyatt pushed the documents toward me. "I'll send a lawyer's letter first. As for the original concepts in your wedding plan, if Ms. Lewis continues to use them, we can issue another letter at the same time." I paused. "How did you know?" "Her photography exhibition is quite large." He replied evenly. "The theme is called 'Though the Fog'." I opened my phone. Gabriella's social media had just been updated. She stood in front of a fog lamp, with the caption: 'Thank you for always leaving the light for me.'