Novel & Cerita Alex From Surviving Paradise

Patricia. The second name had been blacked out. Completely hidden. The third name remained visible. Alex stared. Read it once. Then twice. Then a third time. His pulse exploded. Because he recognized the name immediately. Not from the documents. From real life. From someone he knew. Someone currently alive. Someone already inside this story. Someone who had no idea they were one of the missing children. A twig snapped outside the trailer. Alex froze. Footsteps approached. Slow. Deliberate.

He added ,his tone filled with sadness And regret. "Alex didn't died ,he isn't dead yet and Alexa is still alive also ,but with a lost of memories"I replied and he stares at me ,I wonder within me on how to pass the message about Alex being Tendra ,the same girl he had molested and hurted for over a decade of years and then Alex ,who had been with us and was living as a slave. The same Alex he had insulted and even slaps,after calling him nothing but just a hopeless Omega who danced to my shoes.

Alexei frowned in confusion, his eyes studying my expression carefully “yes, I do want you to suffer just like I have, and I want to watch you ball your eyes out after you’ve lost everyone. However I know that if reality does hit, I would be the first to fend for you. Why? I don’t know, how? I have no idea, but I would. With every single cell in my body, I would give my life for you. You are a man with a family, a man who has people to fight for; whereas me? I am alone in this world, living off nothing but what I’m allowed to have, and I don’t mind…” Alexei didn’t let me complete my sentence before I was surprised when he connected his lips with my own. My eyes widened in surprise before I w

But we can, with his power we can survive this place even more, especially now that we know that he’s just a…” Alex smirked. “A vulture.”

Being captured The year on earth is 3125 a.d. Aliens exist and the species that have controlled the past fifty years are not friendly and think of us humans as merely free range cattle. They love to drink human blood and some consume our flesh. The earth's governments discovered the invaders that called themselves Demirkans. They were reptilian like humanoids. I just call them bloodsucking scum. I'm Zax Derix, an eighteen year old half human male currently sitting in my hideout within a cave in Yellowstone National Park. It's 2:30 a.m,

Blake said and put the gun in his pocket. Troy and Blake unloaded the sack from the back of the SUV and carried it into the camper while Lexi stood outside getting wet. She thought about running, but she knew she wouldn’t get that far in the dark without them catching her. Troy had put the key to the SUV in his pocket. Blake might be attracted to her, but he was unstable. She knew Blake would kill her if she caused trouble. Blake hopped out of the camper. He rounded around to face her. His eyes scaled her body. “All right, Lexi, get in.”

He gives me like a file and I know what it is. "I'm no longer Mrs. Perkins. You can call me Alexa... He nodded and I take the file. I take it out the paper to see that Elijah already sign at his part, which means he already planned to divorce me before. This is going to end. My life is not perfect anymore. All of this will be memories and maybe it will disappear like a bubble in the sea. I finally gathered all my strength and sign it. Then give it back to Harold. "Thank you, Alexa, I will get going now." With that, he walks out and I flopped on the floor.

“Something like that. He… he’s intense.” Alex laughed softly. “Intense doesn’t even begin to cover it. Everyone reacts differently. Some break immediately. Some bend but keep their wits. And then… there’s the rare few who survive.” She gave me a pointed look. “Survive is good, by the way.” I blinked at her, a little stunned. “Survive?” “Yeah. Survive means you didn’t give him what he wanted. You stood your ground. You weren’t… toyed with.”

He leaned his head back against the rough brick wall, though he had padded it with satin. "He was kind," Cale murmured. "Even at the end. He cared about the mechanism of his own survival." "He cared about my survival." "Same thing." Elion crawled over to the couch. He sat on the floor, careful not to touch the frame. "Cale?" "Yes?" "If Alex saw the timelines... did he see the one where we win?" Cale opened his eyes. They were dark, rimmed with red from exhaustion and pain. "Check the last book," Cale said.

“I’m seeing if you can survive this world you’re trying to soften.” “Who’s next?” I asked. Alex’s smile was faint and cold, the kind that never reached his eyes. “You’ll see,” he said. “Good luck.”