Decisive Novels & Stories

Sometimes the decisions we made in the past will make us regret, but even if we get a chance again and tried to change it, it won’t make much of a difference or perhaps worsen the consequences of the later decision. Charlotte regrets her decision but in fact, what she has done is the best at that time. We can’t change something that meant to happen.

I mused pushing my feet to go close to him. "Get out!" He yelled. I froze momentarily. He didn't want me close, but would that deter me? He possibly wasn't in the best position to see me, but he was struggling probably to get back on his chair. Fuck it, I mouthed. "Don't you dare come any closer!" His gaze poked at me. Ignoring that, I came close. His trousers were loosened down to his thighs, revealing his designer briefs. He fumed, throwing a shove at me to nudge me away. I dodged, threw a quick glance at the interior part of the toilet.

"She wants Gunnar." That thought alone fills me with unbridled rage. I launch my fur-covered body at her bloody kneeling form. I wrap my wide jaw around her neck, and she freezes. I growl furiously, demanding her submission. She immediately falls limp and whimpers, signaling her yield. I drop her from my mouth and shift back. "Match one is over. The winner is Vanessa of Silver Tail," Gunnar announces, and the next two females approach the pit-like ring, ready for their match.

Daisy said, didn’t care that Dean's face got darker and darker. Dean had a surprise. When seeing Daisy’s face, Dean thought, Daisy was the type of strict, standard woman who acts according to rules. Unexpectedly, he is a flexible woman with a liberal and free outlook. What an interesting lady. “If Daisy were a fruit, she would definitely be a pineapple. The outside is rough and rough. Inside is filled with fragrance.” Dean silently gives Daisy a plus point.

I saw the moment that Reid decided to initiate his attack. I observed as his muscles went taut; they constricted just a split second before he pushed off from the ground and moved weightlessly through the air towards Eli, with all the power, agility and speed that his muscular frame provided him. Years of intense training was evident before he even landed his formidable strike on an unaware Eli, yet alone when his balled-up fist connected with its target with effective precision.

Same answer. The decision was stable under all conditions I'd tested it under. That was what I needed to know. I'd been making decisions that had to be stable under difficult conditions for years. I knew how to test them. I knew the difference between a decision that was present and a decision that held. This one held.

His wife looked at him, really looked at him, seeing the finality in his expression, the lack of doubt, the complete certainty that once he made this decision, there would be no turning back. “And you believe you can bring Draven down?” she asked. Darius did not smile. He did not need to. “I know I can,” he said. Because unlike Leonard, he did not act without thinking. He did not rush. He did not allow emotion to guide his decisions. He planned. He waited. And when he moved… He did not miss. The room fell quiet again after that, but this time, it felt different, heavier, more settled, because something had been decided, something that would not change no matter what came next.

Everything moved faster, more decisively. The message was clear. See? We act. We decide. We endure. Garden City watched. And did not rush to respond. “They’re trying to contrast decisiveness with our deliberation,” Mira said during a late briefing. “To make us look slow. Weak.” “No,” Ethan said. “They’re trying to make choice look inefficient.” Jun folded his arms. “And is it?” Ethan smiled faintly. “Sometimes. That’s the point.” The System updated.

Wavy locks of dark hair frame his predator features. "You want something that isn't yours. . ." It’s a poisonous whisper that grates his every nerve when something pushes past his defenses. A moan that's cut off by flesh tearing, edges his hips down to traitorously angle to accommodate Alina’s playfully prying tongue. He feels sick. Even as the smirking creature, ivory fangs glistening with a lethal edge that leaves him arctic and desolate, lowers his mouth to his jerked back neck.

This will be Summer I, II, and III. After that, the monsters and the sprites encounter each other. And they begin clashing with one another. Soon it escalates, and the trees and bushes will reveal themselves as warriors. And war will break out. Everyone will fall over, and Marie (the last survivor) will collapse and die from her injuries. The war will be in Autumn. The peak of the war and Marie's end will be showcased in Winter I.