The Illusion of Choice: One Bright Future Short Story #1

The Illusion of Choice: One Bright Future Short Story #1

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A special gift to my One Bright Future Series fans. Nina's brother is dying, and she can save him--if she does something terrible. Nina sweeps into Enslavement, beautiful and confident and free. Or at least that's how she appears. Her carefully composed facade hides who she really is--a girl from a poor family who would do anything, no matter how repugnant, to rescue those she loves. When Arthur Hayes offers her what her family needs--for a price--does she have any choice but to agree to his terms? The Illusion of Choice takes place ten years before ENSLAVEMENT and chronicles the backstory of Nina Hayes, the Banker's wife.
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{BOOK ONE} There are five factions. Each had their own reasoning for thinking why the war had happened. Dauntless; cowardice and fear. They strive to be brave, fearless. Erudite; ignorance. They strive for intellect, to be smart and curious. Candor; deception. They strive to be honest. Amity; they blamed the war itself along with fighting. They strive to be kind, forgiving, peaceful. Abnegation; selfishness. So they strive to be selfless. Dauntless are our police. Erudite are our teachers. Candor is the law. Amity are the farmers. And Abnegation are our government. I would sit on the ground everyday, wearing my yellow dress with black sandals. Wasn't the best thing for me. Dresses made my shoulders to broad, especially the flowing ones. When I was home alone, or with my mother, I would wear I tight black shirt and white shorts. No one would really approve, mostly because they were Candor colours along with the fact it's not... welcoming enough. I never understood Amity, not because of the kindness and the peacefulness; well, mostly the peacefulness. Whenever it should come down to defending ourselves or walking away. We walked away. It confused me. Maybe I wasn't Amity enough to understand. Maybe I wasn't kind enough. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't belong here. So where do I belong? A/N : First chapter is a little sketchy but that is the case with all of my books. I promise it does get a lot better afterwards Start: Feb 06 2021 End: Dec 15 2021

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