Why Choose Novels & Stories

I asked a little annoyed that someone else was meant to be hers “If you had to pick between going to the beach or going to the mountains which, would you pick?” she asked “that’s a hard one I like both? Can I pick both?” I asked “Nope you have to pick one” she smirked “Okay the mountains, you?” it was a hard one I enjoyed both so I just said the first one that came to me

Jenea finished her food "That's what you call strategy, Lalisa. I guess it's time for me to answer your question; Why didn't I pick Lucas? Truth to be told he was my first choice but I can't choose someone who is still gaga over his ex." "Last question, what will you do if I say that... I can't do this anymore and I want to end this between us?"

The back corner table, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, was my sanctuary. Close to the window, it offered a panoramic view of the school grounds, a silent observer of the drama unfolding below. A convenient lie, a flimsy excuse to mask my desire for solitude. "I just love the seat because it's close to the window and I could see everything going on from there," I said, forcing a casual tone.

“Why did you choose me?” Adrian blinked, visibly caught off guard. “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean,” I said, holding his gaze. “Why me? That day in your office, you could’ve chosen anyone. Why not the girl who was practically throwing herself at you? Why me?” A flicker of something crossed his face, amusement, maybe, or understanding. “If you must know, I have standards. That girl you’re talking about would’ve caused more drama than I care to deal with. You, on the other hand…” He paused, leaning back against the couch. “You’re grounded, stress-free, and perhaps kind. Plus, I knew my mother wouldn’t suspect any foul play if it was you.”

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"With you. If you want. If you choose. Again. Knowing everything you know." Grayson looked at her. The doubt and the wanting, the inheritance and the possibility, the test she'd proposed and he was grading. "I choose," he said. "Again. Not because I'm certain. Not because I've escaped my father or my fear or the framework he documented. But because—" He stopped, smiled, the crooked version that reached his eyes. "Because you saw me. Because you stayed. Because the ice is melting and we're still here, wet and uncertain and—"

What do you choose? In every world, people stopped what they were doing. They looked up at the sky, felt the call in their bones, and began to make their choice. Some chose certainty—they wanted the safety of knowing what would come next, the comfort of fixed rules and clear answers. But more chose possibility—they wanted the freedom to make their own mistakes, build their own lives, shape their own worlds.

The small business owners I had named earlier were completely stunned. They exchanged glances, then gritted their teeth and fell to their knees before me, wailing, "Ms. Beck, please be merciful! We did not recognize you earlier. We are just small business owners, please spare us this once!" My gaze swept over them but settled on Samuel's and Monica's faces. There was no rush. I would just settle one thing at a time. I raised the microphone and addressed the cameras, "Today, news about Luminous Enterprise has been trending at the top of search rankings, including some false rumors.”

“I applied with politics in mind. But it was so boring, I switched to psych end of last semester. But that was really hard and twice the snooze fest. So this semester I went with something easier. Literature I think or whatever. I don’t know. If it doesn’t work out, my best friend is a business management major. It can’t be too hard if she can do it so I’ll probably switch to that. And—Oh!” She rushes off with a loud squeal finding someone near the entryway to talk to, while Jordan folds his arms and stares at me again. “What,” I finally ask, when I can’t take the judgmental look. “Seriously,” he asks. I look at Adam and Antonio, but they’re back to entertaining their Sigmas. “What do you me

My mother sat gracefully on the living room sofa, beckoning me over with a wave of her hand. The housekeeper stepped forward and placed a silver tray filled with photographs in front of me. "Pick one, darling. My precious Via deserves only the very best man this world has to offer." Each photo on the tray was of an exceptional young man—carefully selected by my mother. All Ivy League graduates. All boasting seven-figure annual incomes. But one face was conspicuously absent. Robert Black.