I'm Still Alive Novels & Stories

“Remember my words Hey world—life is precious. For yes, I remember I attempted suicide but to live for this day is such a big joy, I will fight death, death I will fight, yes I need to save a lady, my love, but how? She is not the same case of suicide as me; she is a serious cancer patient though she wants to live. She does really respire for life, then we all respire for life. I mean she still breathes, she should survive. I will see to it, she is alive.” “Alive like sound. Alive like noise that helps us but disturbs the rebellious neighbor. Ha! ha! ha! I still can speak of jokes there is still joy in me. What a coincidence I am alive and so is Honey. We both are fighting. As a schizophreni

I wasn’t dead. Why wasn’t I dead?

“That doesn’t make me feel safer.” “It keeps you alive.”

"We're not done yet. Adrian's still alive. There's still a trial. Still consequences." "But we're alive to face them. Together." He pulls me closer despite the tubes and monitors. "That's the win." He's right. We're alive. Together. And nothing else matters.

Not anymore. I’d survived worse. And I’d survive this.

That was the only word ringing in my head. She’s alive and fine.

That maybe, just maybe I wasn’t cursed, and my mate was still out there. Alive.

of my heartbeat. I wasn't dead! I was alive, and I had returned to two years ago!

“A seer helped me. She used her magic. She sent my soul here. My body is still… there.” My mother stared at me like she did not want to believe it but wanted to cling to it anyway. “You’re saying you are alive?” she asked. “Yes,” I said firmly. “I am alive. I have to be. I have people waiting for me. Kayden is waiting for me.” At his name, a faint warmth pulsed inside my chest, even though I did not have a real chest. It was a thin thread; a reminder of the bond that still existed between us.

Not while I'm alive. *****************************************