Dating To Survive Novels & Stories

fate had a cruel way of dragging me back to reality. I knew I couldn’t stay in the village long, that was a place Julian could easily find, and I was not about to go back to the palace. that would be the death of me. I had to come up with a plan. Avoid Julian for two months. See Zane safely off to the capital. Then disappear before the prince ever remembered my face

I wait for the screen to light up, but it remains dark. Ugh. I turn on my side, tucking my arm under my head. How much longer do I have to survive?

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

David said calming down but frown was still there. "I don't know. On eighteenth day I found him by the water fall. He was sitting there, looked horrible. He had dark bags under his eyes and skin pale. I was worried for him, took him back to the house and gave him proper treatment. We talked and finally we were left with just one option, that one of us has to sacrifice our love. He was willing to let it go but I wasn't. When he recovered a bit, he said he'll never see her again, things got messy between us when he found his mate on his 18th birthday. You know who was it?"

Dating him means really dating him, and she still cannot believe a no-boyfriend-since-birth like her just placed herself into this mess. Did she expect anything of this to happen? Not at all, but these papers that she is holding are her solid proof that everything really did happen. Maybe, after all, Navier is very wise to have their agreement like this—solid and existing. Unconsciously running her thumb across Navier’s signature, she sighs. She cannot help but to repeat it over and over again that she, from now on, will be dating Navier Ortega. She needs to sink in and digest that fact because, just like his point, she needs to get used to all of this.

~Yeah, it’s a bit depressing but I’ve only been focused on surviving. “Wait, then what about the bath?” ~Hygiene.~ “Salts?” ~Drying food.~ “Umm… the beds!” ~To prevent body sores.~ “The elevator??” ~Shortens time.~ “So everything you’ve made was for the purpose of survival?” David nods. ~I prioritized survival and everything else was secondary.~ “Oh, goddess… you’ve had a miserable time!” David scrunches his face. ~I already told you this.~

I had no one left. After I was diagnosed with cancer, my relatives stopped visiting, my parents slowly accepted that I might not survive, and the man I had been dating disappeared. Dante was the only person who stayed. He sold what little he had, paid for my treatment, and made me believe that love could survive anything. That belief had carried me through ten years of pain. During treatment, I kept working remotely under Professor Evelyn Shaw. Her closed medical research project accepted only a few doctoral candidates each year. She had asked me more than once to join after my recovery, but I kept refusing because I did not want to leave Dante.

“Jesus. Fine.” He stepped back toward the bedroom, muttering something under his breath about needing coffee. Evelyn barely heard him. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floating blue interface only she could see. 3.7% survival probability. The number sat there calmly. Clinical. Unemotional. As if Evelyn's death were already calculated. A cold knot tightened low in her stomach. In her first life, she and Damian survived almost eight months before the alleyway. Eight months of starvation, infection zones, freezing nights, and watching people become animals.

"Maybe. Zariah seems persistent that we have a second chance mate but I don't know who or if I will ever meet him." "Well she's never been wrong so i'm sure when the time is right the moon goddess will reveal him to you. If not maybe you should consider a chosen mate." I nodd. "I'll give it two more years. If I do not find a second chance mate by my twenty-eighth birthday I will select a chosen mate." I flinch a little as a pin jabs my scalp. "Ouch." "Sorry sis I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just thinking of who you're gonna choose." I shrug.

“So what are we going to do?” Lennon asked himself, trying to think of a way to survive this messed up world, the difficulty of their mission went from 0 to 100 real fast with no warning. “We will learn how to survive.” Maya said, moving Noah away from her, after she noticed that he was uncomfortable sleeping in her lap. She already made a plan in her head on what to do and that consisted of hiding and learning how to defend themselves, with Noah being the top priority.