Decisive Novels & Stories

‎ ‎Less like a shock and more like something that had simply arrived. ‎ ‎Quiet. Certain. ‎ ‎Already here, regardless of what I did or didn't do about it. ‎ ‎Already real. ‎ ‎He could not know. ‎ ‎The decision came without hesitation. ‎ ‎No deliberating. ‎ ‎No back and forth. ‎ ‎Just clarity, clean and immediate. ‎ ‎The way the most important decisions sometimes are. ‎ ‎Because I knew Damien Blackwood. ‎ ‎I had spent three years learning exactly how his mind worked. ‎

The judge's solemn voice rang out again. "According to the verdict, the defendant Quin is not guilty. The plaintiff, Joseph, will be executed on the spot. His lover, Helly, will lose everything and be tormented by illness and poverty. However, due to the severity of this case, special measures will be taken. The sentence. Both Joseph and his lover Helly will be executed immediately. All their assets will be given to the defendant, Quin Olson. The trial is now concluded." As soon as the judge finished reading the verdict, the room erupted in cheers.

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.

Wisnu's words were cut off after seeing my code to tell him to say yes. Firmness word has come out. What he does and says is truth and cannot be challenged. *******

From now on, my priority was myself, and I was going to make choices for my own future, rather than constantly compromising to accommodate George. After taking a shower, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the intimate marks left on my skin. The vivid memories of that night began replaying in my mind like a movie on loop. I quickly put on a freezing cold shower, desperate to snap myself out of it. Unfortunately, it was entirely useless; the memories kept flashing back anyway. That night had officially become the greatest regret of my life.

He smiled at my comment and said, “That’s not entirely true because if it wasn’t for me wanting space, you wouldn’t be here.” “I think it’s my decision that led me here.” I said and laughed as he looked at me incredulously. “What?! It was my decision!” “Which one might that be? Your decision to pay off your debt? Or was it to sign the contract that I made sure you would sign?” His face had a huge grin that I so wanted to wipe off. “It was I who decided I should love you.” I declared solemnly and heard a loud snort. “Did you now?” his mocking smile widened as he noticed my glare and he said, “It was our destiny, the moment you threw coffee at my secretary, we were a deal.”