Books About Survival At Sea

During spring break, my family's housekeeper's son, Ethan Shaw, steals my black card and takes the entire class on a luxury trip to Norkin. He books out an entire fireworks show to impress my girlfriend, Claire Sanders. Then, he treats everyone to first-class tickets for the cruise while basking in the spotlight. But when I discover he's using my card and confront him, he teams up with my girlfriend to twist the story. They accuse me of being jealous of him. Cornered on the deck, I'm about to pull out my phone to prove it when Ethan suddenly shoves me over the railing. I'm left hanging by one desperate hand. His voice is ice-cold. "Lucas is just picking a fight because he's after my money. I can't sleep soundly with him around." On Ethan's signal, his lackey crushes my fingers one by one until my grip fails. I fall into the open sea, ending as food for the fish. When I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day Ethan is booking the fireworks show. Watching him revel in the spotlight, I take out my phone and call the bank to cancel the card. This time, I want to see just how he plays the lavish big shot.

The champagne was flat, much like the expression on Julian’s face. "It’s not that I don’t love you, Elara," he said, adjusting his $5,000 suit jacket. "It’s just that you’ve become... predictable. I need a woman who challenges the world, not someone who waits for me to come home and tell her what color the sky is." Elara felt the sting of the words more than the cold wind on the balcony. For six years, she had been Julian’s shadow. She had curated his life, managed his moods, and dimmed her own light so he could shine brighter. And now, on the night of his company’s gala, he was discarding her like an outdated software update. "Predictable?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Go home, Elara. I’ve already had your things moved to the guest house. We can talk about a settlement in the morning." She didn't wait for the morning. She didn't wait for the "settlement." She walked out into the rain, her silk dress clinging to her skin like a second, cold layer of grief. It wasn't until three days later, sitting in a dingy motel with nothing but a suitcase and a bruised soul, that the notification popped up on her phone. ARE YOU READY TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF? ENTER THE SURVIVAL GAME. WIN YOUR FREEDOM. Elara stared at the golden icon on the screen. It felt like a trap. Or maybe, it was the only way out.

Cerebus follows Ellie Carson, a young woman drawn into a war she never asked for, when the myths of the ancient world erupt back into reality. Her unlikely ally is Cerebus — not the demon of legend, but a scarred, loyal three-headed golden retriever, each head with its own mind, instincts, and heart. Armed with the Blade of Bellerophon, Ellie and Cerebus are thrust into a desperate struggle against the Chimera, a monstrous force of fire, venom, and destruction that lays waste to cities and civilizations. As governments falter and militaries fail, Ellie and Cerebus forge a bond of trust, sacrifice, and love, learning to fight as one. Together, they must navigate labyrinths of myth, global chaos, and their own fears to protect a fragile world standing at the edge of apocalypse. The story builds from training and mistrust, to alliance and survival, and finally to an epic showdown in the ruins of Rome—where a girl and her dog face the end of history itself. But victory is not the end… because the gates to other myths are beginning to open.

Lyria Vale thought her life of privilege was the hardest challenge she’d face—until she was chosen for Alpha Hall, an elite squad in Blackthorn Sovereign Academy where heirs are tested… and eliminated. Quite literally killed if they fail to pass academy tests. When out on a mandatory wilderness survival camping trip, Lyria and her group are kidnapped by a rogue group of trolls. Which is a break breach of accords between the human realm and Mystic realm. This specific tribe of trolls is suffering from an extinction threat because the massacred their entire female population for mixing with male human they considered inferior. Now they turn to kidnapping female heirs to breed with because they believe they have superior genes. As everything unfolds Lyria discovers her growing feelings for Alaric in a place where any distractions will cost her life or the lives of the ones she loves. Survival becomes a game of wit, strategy, and courage. In a place where every glance, every corridor, and every alliance could mean life or death, Lyria must learn quickly: in this world, power is earned, trust is a weapon, and the shadows are haunting. Will she keep her promise to return alive to her parents or will she succumb to her impending death and become another heir in history?

“You loved a lie. Now love the one who created it” Ophelia Veline thought life couldn't get any worse after falling from grace to grass and being murdered by her older sister and fiancé. Bruised emotionally and broken physically, she’s left for dead. Left in a pool of her cold blood. Her pathetic life saga was meant to end here, she saw the light just ahead and it was reaching out for her soul until he snatched it instead. The unlikely god with an otherworldly aura. “I can grant you a second chance. Only if you agree to play my games” “Please…” she begged. The next time she’s awake, it's not in her former life that used to be all sugar and icing. She’s trapped in a hellish world of survival and madness. Once a decadent princess, now a pawn in a god's twisted playground. Ophelia will have to adapt or die trying because death doesn't wait. And the god who brought her into this hell hole couldn't care less about her or maybe…he does. But one thing is certain…she has to SURVIVE!

Tori thought heartbreak was the worst she’d ever face, until betrayal turned deadly. Caught in a nightmare she can’t escape, she wakes in a strange, brutal world where survival comes at a cost. “Seeve us and I will spare thise girls.” The only way she could save the others was only if she accepts to be theirs. The three ruthless brothers. Kael, a dangerously alluring Alpha, decides her fate, sparing her while the others are left to perish. Now, she was stuck with them. Not just a random person, but for their pleasure too.

For the Black Cove pack fighting is a way of life, kill or be killed. When it comes to she-wolves, they are absolutely worth fighting and dying for especially since they are so rare. What would it take for you to find the love of your life? To what lengths would you be willing to go? At a time when females have gone into hiding, when many are too terrified to be discovered, many have lost touch with their other half. Many don't even remember or realize they are wolves. But one pack is willing to risk it all to ensure the survival of their species. Black Cove does not operate as a normal pack, they make their own rules. As former rogues, they forge their own path, at all costs. This is their story of the fight for survival, and their undying drive to find their true loves, their true fated mates. Excerpt: “Werewolves,” I said, in a whisper. No, they don’t exist!! They can’t! My mind raced to some of the books I’d read, movies I’d seen. All the things that go bump in the night your parents warn you about. But come on, werewolves??

When Kaya dies — not from heartbreak itself, but from the storm of betrayal and danger it unleashed after being rejected by the man she loves, the ruthless Mafia boss Damon Moretti — the spirits give her an impossible offer:> Go back in time with every memory you have now, make him love you within five months, and uncover the truth behind your death… or vanish forever.But Damon isn’t heartless by chance. Centuries ago, he sold his heart to build his empire — a pact that made him untouchable, feared, and incapable of love. If he ever loves again, both he and his empire will crumble.Now, as Kaya fights to awaken emotion in a man cursed by power, the dead rise in rebellion. Furious that she was granted a second chance, they demand theirs too, crossing into the living world with vengeance.Torn between love and survival, Kaya must solve her own murder before time runs out.To keep her, Damon must defy the curse that built his empire.But loving her means destroying everything he’s ever fought to protect — including himself.

My boyfriend was crippled when he saved me, while his adoptive sister suffered from heart failure after protecting us from misfortune. She had to depend on the expensive imported medicines to sustain life. To pay for their treatment, I sold myself as a lifecasting model on the black market. Not only were my hands and feet coated in the heated silicon, but I also needed to endure strangers touching me without flinching. I needed to pay if the replica was damaged. I begged through my tears, only to receive a few slaps to my face in return. They scolded, "You signed up for this. Don't act innocent now." Humiliated, exhausted, and aching, I still took the money straight to the hospital to buy medicine for his sister. When I passed by the VIP lounge, I heard a familiar laughter. "Chris, this is the 998th test, isn't it? Are you really marrying her once she passes the 999th test?" With a slight frown, Christopher answered, "Yeah. Although testing her is a family tradition, and they're having you to supervise, don't overdo it. I won't have another bride." I froze. Every sacrifice. Every humiliation. Every bit of pain I had endured—it had all been a test. A game to see whether I was worthy of marrying him. Staring at my bruised reflection in the fire-resistant glass, I let out a sudden chuckle. Then, with trembling hands, I turned on the old phone I hadn't touched in two years. I felt tears roll down my cheeks when I told the other person on the line, "Declan, take me home. I regret everything."

On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee