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“I’m not so stupid as to believe that you’ve completely forgotten about your former boyfriend. I know what you’ve gone through and that you’re not exactly here under the normal circumstances. I know you think there are others here more suited for me and this life, and I wouldn’t want you to rush into trying to be happy with any of this. I just… I just want to know if it’s possible…” 

It was a hard question to answer. Would I be willing to live a life I’d never wanted? Would I be willing to watch as he kindly tried to date the others to be sure he wasn’t making a mistake? Would I be willing to take on the responsibility that he had as a prince? Would I be willing to love him? 

“Yes, Maxon,” I whispered. “It’s possible.

Kiera Cass on The Selection of the pilot series.

It’s not a beauty contest but a ruthless game where you can get a country and love.

This is what you kill for

what you die for

and only one can win




I had to choose. Maxon or Aspen?


                                                      The One:Aspen or Maxon?


Honest to God, Maxon Schreave did not know what he wanted. The idea of being in a romantic relationship with America was just too…unsure. What if it didn’t work out between the two of them? What if things got ugly and they never spoke to each other? Some things were written in stone and one of those things was that Maxon was and always will be America’s best friend. So what would happen if that changed? Would he always be America’s true love? Did true love even exist? Don’t get him wrong, he loved kissing America and whenever she was around his heart did this fluttering thing he may or may not admit to out loud under the right circumstances. But did that mean he should challenge their friendship and leave it all up to fate or destiny? Running after her, calling out the nickname he had created for her when they were little, he stopped her on the porch. He didn’t—no, couldn’t leave things between them so…weird, for lack of better word. Not bothering to think, he quickly babbled out the first words he could think of. I need you. Which he did and for a moment as America’s broke out into a small smile, he thought that maybe he could leave this up to chance. It felt right. America…when he thought about it, was all he ever wanted. But then somehow his mouth kept moving and his doubts set in. They just needed to be friends right now, until he was absolutely one-hundred percent sure. His heart flipped when she kissed him but the emotion didn’t quite get to his face. Laughing at her proclamation he watches her turn and leave with one thought in mind. How was he going to get the guts to be the one to kiss her first?