Why Choose Novels & Stories

“What—“ “That’s the right question, Drake. That’s the perfect question.” “Why— what do you mean? I thought—“ “Look, how can I choose you when I can’t choose myself? How can I choose others when I can’t even prioritize myself? Tell me how, so I can ignore it.” “You know Drake, always remember this. Loving yourself is the best choice of your life. Choosing yourself is the best happiness that happens in our life. But you know what’s more important? Living yourself is the LIFE.” I smiled before walking away.

Terrence would even scold Bradley and remind him to treat me better. That was why I chose to marry him this time. I figured he would be a better choice as compared to me marrying a total stranger. Truthfully, I was not exactly that optimistic about it. I did not think the person who held actual power and authority in the Garvin family would agree to such a casual marriage proposal. Yet, things went much smoother than how I had imagined it to be. My mother told me that Terrence merely took a short pause before agreeing to the marriage proposal.

I’ve heard a saying that goes thus; if you want to make enemies, choose them wisely. I don’t believe I chose mine wisely. And I don’t believe there’s a saying like that actually… But it still makes sense because I could have chosen enemies who were less powerful and cruel so that my life’s predicament wouldn’t be as brutal. But I went ahead and did the opposite. But then again, sometimes, we are choiceless when it comes to selecting our enemies. Sometimes, it just happens naturally and we find random cruel people hunting us down and aiming to destroy our lives.

“You could have come back. You could have—” Leena shook her head. “And be what? A fugitive like you? Running, hiding, fighting a battle that can never be won?” She took a step closer, her gaze unreadable. “I chose power. I chose to survive. And now, I’m offering you the same.” Ayesha clenched her fists. “What are you saying?” Leena smiled. “Join me.” The words hit like a bullet. The team tensed, waiting for Ayesha’s response.

Last time I had tea with the Lady, she offered me to take part in the evaluation to become an aari. I have chosen to accept her kind offer. If I pass the evaluation, I can then begin to train to become an aari. I think that is the best path forward for me. If I don’t make it this year, I think I will try again in a year. If I don’t make it then, I will take the hint and give something else a try. As you probably see, there are a lot of things happening. I miss all of you, but I think I made the right decision in coming here. It feels like this is where I need to be.

Only then did it hit me—after all these years, I was still the invisible person that nobody bothered to care for when sick. Grief tore through me. I cried until my body shook and my breath came in short gasps. When I finally stopped, I called my professor, a world-renowned doctor. "Professor Lakeworth, I've decided. I'll leave for Orzelia in three days to further my studies. I'll never return here." … I quickly arranged to be discharged from the hospital after a day of recovery. I wanted to wrap things up and get out of this hellhole as soon as possible.

Why not you? Today, many will be confronted by difficult moral choices and they will choose to do what is right instead of what is beneficial. Why not you? Today, many will decide to no longer sit back with a victim mentality, but to take charge of their lives and make positive changes. Why not you? Today, many will take the action necessary to make a difference. Why not you? Today, many will make the commitment to be a better mother, father, son, daughter, student, teacher, worker, boss, brother, sister, & so much more. Why not you?

A lot of why and what if. Why do I choose to hurt her, Just to take my revenge, a revenge that you can say is useless. What if I don't do that craziness? What if I just let it pass by? why do I choose to let her go even if I know that I couldn't live without her. Even if I know that I could hurt myself even more If I let her go.

I held her hand, placing a soft kiss on it. “You do have a choice—the contract,” a small voice whispered in my head. No. I wouldn’t let my desperation push me into that. He was only using me. “Using you? How?” the voice challenged. “He’s just helping you—just like you’d be helping him. It’s a win-win.” I let out a deep breath, as if it could ease my pain. Accepting the contract marriage wasn’t a small decision, especially with the father of my child. This contract only proved he had no interest in settling down—so how could he ever accept my child?

The service staff, rushing over, froze in place while staring at the Sullivans with confusion. The Sullivans exchanged looks, equally bewildered, unable to recognize who this person was. It was no surprise they didn't recognize him. Solomon had always been low-key, avoiding the media whenever possible. Though he was the wealthiest man in the country, he despised flaunting his fortune. He had raised me with the principle that one should hide their wealth and not show off. That was also why Giselle had no clue about my true identity.