Barely Surviving Meaning

"Vida, you agreed to a surrogacy contract and after my master paid you, you made away with his money," I was informed. "That's not even my signature," I laughed while handing back the paper, "you've been scammed sir, now if you excuse me, I have to go home, this contract is invalid." I'm cornered to an end, my path blocked by both his arms which thump violently with veins, his breath gets as he stares closely, barely an inch away from me, and then he opens his mouth… "Mate!" ---------------- I've searched for my mate for seven years but couldn't find her, and worse, it's a hidden issue that I've failed to breed with any female who isn't my mate. I could feel us draw near to this human as I went into a rut. Why her?

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"

She became the price of her father’s mistake. Now she belongs to the devil himself. Chiara Ricci’s life was quiet—small-town, under-the-radar, and barely hanging together. But when her father's hidden debts come crashing down, she's thrown into the world of Dante Sabatini—the cold, calculated mafia don who offers a single solution: Her. As payment. He’s ruthless, dangerously charming, and makes no apologies for the way he claims her—as his property, his responsibility... his obsession. Chiara was supposed to be a bargaining chip. But in Dante’s arms, the lines between hate and heat blur fast. Now she’s caught between fear and fascination, craving the man who owns her while longing to be free of him. But there are rules in his world. And the first? Don’t fall in love with the monster who owns your soul.

It is the night before our wedding when my fiancee, Whitney Sullivan, reunites with her childhood sweetheart, Steven Foster, a mercenary who has been missing for five years. He is brought to our doorstep by his teammates, bloodied and barely clinging to life after being poisoned with a deadly aphrodisiac on a mission. Whitney, usually so aloof and controlled, immediately breaks down. She locks the door, defying my efforts to stop her, and stays with Steven all night long. I choose to stay outside the door, never closing my eyes. I confront her the following morning with a torrent of accusations, only for her to stand in front of Steven protectively and say shamelessly, "I couldn't just stand by and watch Steven die. Isn't it just my virginity? What's the harm in letting loose the night before the wedding?" In that instant, all my affection for her is utterly destroyed.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?

"Have you ever loved me?" Lilian's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Never." … Lilian Stephan had always loved Marcus Damon, it was love at first sight and she tried all her possible best to make sure that she gets married to Marcus. She sacrificed everything just to be with him to become his wife. Even after getting married to him he never for once showed her any love or even care about her. But she did not really mind and she just kept hoping that he would return back to her side. But she was given a divorce paper instead. She found out that she had always been a substitute for someone else. Lilian gathered her courage and left. She returned five years later with a baby that looked so much like Marcus.

Trapped in a marriage that promised security but delivered only pain, Isabella Rossi has spent ten years surviving under the cruel dominance of her husband, Felix. Bruised, betrayed, and broken, she has known no love, no comfort — only duty and silence. Her world shatters the day she learns the truth: her ten-year contract is finally over, and Felix was never meant to be her husband at all. Ten years stolen. A life built on lies. After trying everything to make Felix let her go, Isabella fails miserably. Just when she’s ready to give up, he makes her an offer — stay with him for three more months, and he’ll release her, with job opportunities and a chance to start over. It should have been simple. Three months of pretending. Three months to freedom. But nothing goes as planned. Somewhere between shared glances, late-night conversations, and the man she swore she hated showing a side she never thought existed, Isabella finds herself torn between anger and affection. And just as her heart begins to soften, her rightful husband returns to claim what was taken from him. Will Isabella reclaim the life that was meant for her, follow the path of truth and destiny, or surrender to the dangerous pull of the one man she was never supposed to love?

I used to be the secret mate of Jason Boone, Alpha King of the Northern Realm. I was an Omega kept in the dark for seven long years. In this forbidden relationship, I gave birth to his son. Yet, he never once allowed our child to address him as his father. He promised that once his position was secure, he would publicly announce me as his Luna. But what I got instead was news of his grand engagement ceremony with Princess Bailey Shaw of a neighboring kingdom. "You're just a filthy stray Omega, surviving only because Jason pities you. Spare us the noble act. The elders would've cast you out of the Northern Realm long ago if it weren't for Jason. You'd be dead in some wilderness." Bailey rose gracefully and linked arms with Jason. She looked down on me as she spit out her contempt. When Jason missed our son's birthday again because of Bailey, I made my decision. I left, taking my son with me, and returned to my homeland. Unexpectedly, Jason, who had always been arrogant, lost control. He stormed into the healer academy I founded, desperately asking where I'd gone. But this time, neither I nor my son would look back.

Synopsis/Blurb: Mima, a young werewolf and one of the last surviving members of her fallen pack, is thrust into a life of torment and grief when her family is slaughtered and her pack destroyed by Alpha Dylan’s brutal attack. At 19, she’s forced into the hands of Alpha Dylan, the very wolf responsible for her parents’ deaths. Mima is tortured and subjected to the cruelty by members of the pack especially Dylan's Luna, Stephanie. But when a powerful new ally, Rake, the Lycan King, reveals himself as her true mate, Mima's world gets bigger. The lycan king helps her, his mate to escape the abusive pack and to his own. During her stay with him, she stumbles upon a shocking revelation, she is the chosen one of the Moon Goddess, her bloodline holding power to change the fate of the werewolf world. In a war where dark magic and the bonds of destiny collide, Mima must rise from the ashes of her past to fight for a future she never asked for. Will the broken daughter of a fallen pack rise to be the leader of a new one? Or will her grief and torment claim her before she ever reaches her full potential? In this story of betrayal and second chance, Mima strives to decide the fate of her world, risking everything for the chance of a future with those she loves and escape her terrible blood filled past.

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was smashed under a boot, the last thing I heard was the cold click of her hanging up. Then, I was cut up into pieces, and what was left of me was tossed across the city. My father, the lead forensic pathologist on my case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, Theo returned alive with his wife, whom he had eloped with eight years ago. When they found out the pile of rotting flesh was me, they all went insane.