Holding On For Dear Life Novels & Stories

For a long, suspended second Cris lay still as stone. Then, above, a boot struck rock—Halden’s voice hard as iron: “If they lived that fall, we take them alive!” Leo pressed his forehead to Cris’s brow, feeling nothing but the thud of his own heart. “Cris,” he whispered again, and the world held its breath with him. No answer. No movement. Everything blurred.

"Okay." Holding Alfie close as though he were my greatest treasure, I finally fell asleep.

But after a closer look, it was nothing more than a defamation notice. A faint smile tugged at my lips. With tricks like this, Evie was no match for me. After all, I had survived on my own out there for over seven years. Compared to everything I had already endured, handling this was nothing.

"I don't want that." "Then what do you want, Afrah? he asked. "Just hold me," she said, smiling through the tears. Adnan's heart broke all over again as he drew her to him, hugging her fiercely as though his presence alone could shield her from the world. Afrah cried into his chest, not because she was sad, but because she needed to. The release was exactly what she needed, and it felt so right to be in his arms. It was hard to think of anything bad when he held her that way, every thud in his chest reminding her that this man, this beautiful, amazing man was all hers.

The steady rhythm on the screen flattened into a straight line. "Code blue! He's crashing!" The medics scrambled into action, pressing frantically on my chest, trying to pull me back from the brink. I lay lifeless on the stretcher, imagining in bitter silence that happy family laughing together. ... Their laughter was suddenly cut short when my father's superior arrived with a squad of officers, all guns drawn and aimed squarely at them. "Shaun Lewis and Penny King, you're under arrest for the torture and murder of a child! Surrender immediately!"

However, they were no match for the wolves, who quickly attacked and pinned them to the ground, eliciting cries and howls of pain. "Let's leave. Quickly now," I said. "We still need to save your sister." I shifted my gaze and turned before walking away. … Daphne was being held captive in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Only three people were watching her. I grabbed a crossbow from my spatial storage and handed it to Dustin. Dustin gave me a long, searching look. He hesitated, his lips twitching as if to speak, but in the end, he said nothing.

Cornelia Mason was right!! Amryth is just the way I left it. Amryth's a small town forgotten by everyone outside of it, It stands still in time, and the people who live here go through the same cycles as well. They are born, they slack through school, find a girlfriend or boyfriend in high school, get married after graduation and then slack at their parents jobs everyday till they die. I know some wealthy outsiders view this kind of life as simple and idealistic..... but it's so far from that.

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

I asked, meeting his gaze. The wind stilled, though snow continued to drift down. Silas' chest heaved as he stared at me. He found his voice. "Alessia." He had never been mute. He had only chosen silence in a filthy world until he met me. "I do," he said, his voice trembling. "My life is yours." He went down on one knee. No ring, no flowers. From his pocket, he revealed a small wooden carving of me, smiling. He placed it carefully in my injured palm, lowered his head, and kissed my severed finger. "Alessia. From this day forward, I am your hand and your blade, sworn to you alone."

Same reason. I shook my head with a wry smile. The orphanage had long been burned down to ashes. How could children who had already reincarnated be killed again? The landlord cursed a few times and left. Death's voice echoed in my ears. "Astrid, you have 24 hours left before your soul is annihilated." When I followed Nicholas home, Madison was live-streaming, crying, and pleading her innocence. "The person in the video is Astrid! She hates me for ruining her life of luxury and refuses to come out and clarify things..."