I Survived Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“And you’re still here.” I sucked in a shaky breath, letting her words sink into the parts of me that still felt cracked and hollow. I’d survived Zane, I’d survived Sophie, I’d survived being thrown away, abandoned, left to rot. I’d survived the streets, the cold, the nights with no food, the shame and the constant fear. And now… Inside me, something small was living. Growing. Breathing because I breathed. My hand drifted unconsciously to my stomach. “I…” My voice broke. “I think…”

Good. “You’re...you’re alive,” she croaked, her voice hoarse with disbelief and dread. “They told me you were in the hospital, that you—” “I was,” I cut her off, still calm. Too calm. “I survived. Again.” She swallowed hard, her eyes darting like a rat cornered in its own filth. “I never meant for you to get hurt—” “Oh no,” I smiled. “You meant for me to disappear.” “You don’t understand—”

I clutched the tiles, pressing my forehead to the cold surface, wishing I could disappear into the porcelain, wishing the nightmare would end. And yet, beneath the turmoil, a faint ember glimmered, a spark of defiance. I had survived Mason. I had survived Camilla. I had survived the Gu worm, the hypnosis, the curse that had stolen my identity. And even now, as I trembled and gagged and wept for the lost years, I knew, somehow, that I could survive Adrian. Somehow, I could let him in, if only to be a lifeline while I rebuilt myself.

I wanted him to stop rationalizing and start being the man who protected me without leaving corpses in his wake. Instead I shoved at him—a flailing, useless shove. He didn’t fall. He just took a half step back as if the contact amused him. “You think you listened to me?” I said. “You think you ever truly heard me? I survived—do not make my survival into your mission statement, Roman. I survived this by burying it. I survived by making myself small, by telling myself I was okay until I truly got okay. I didn’t ask for this kind of justice. I didn’t ask you to write a blood debt across your hands and call it love.”

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

Charles, Pearl, and the others would surely tell our alpha their version of what had happened. There was little I could do now, and I continued to force one foot in front of the other, playing Kelly Clarkson’s “Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)” in my head, focusing on the lyrics. I had to believe they were true. I wasn’t dead, so I’d survive. I had to.

Clover’s POV How I’m still alive is a surprise even to myself. I don’t think I believe the things I have witnessed from the moment I drove him bleeding inside my ice cream truck. It’s like I fell into another dimension somewhere in between and have been living some action-thriller nonsense since. All I could remember was plunging in the water, my lungs constricting, and the feeling of being at death’s door while I held onto the dashboard with my dear life. I also heard the car thrum and vibrate.

"Joelle, I like you the most! When we grow up, I'm gonna marry you!" And I liked him too. We sat together in class, played after school. Even the day my parents died, I was in his family's car, goofing around. We were mid–rock-paper-scissors when the truck came out of nowhere. Boom— My parents. My brother. Even my dog. Gone. The cars were impossibly close—I watched helplessly as my entire family perished. After that, I couldn't speak. Couldn't sleep unless Nathan was there. He used to be different—gentle, patient.

My throat is hurting, did i shout more ? I can do this. Breath Cara, breath. You overcame this before, you survived. You can do it again. But who said i want to survive this time ? Who said i want to continue from here ? I have nothing left. I just want to die. I want his child to die. I want him to die. ~~~~~~ Alex's POV A Loud voice coming from outside the room pulled me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat and shook whatever happened away as i made my way out to check it.

I said. "Yes," Julian agreed. "But you've survived harder." He was right, I had survived harder. I'd survived the divorce, the miscarriage, my father's betrayal, Ethan's cruelty. I'd survived last night's attack. I could survive one interview. "Okay," I said, more to myself than to Julian. "I can do this." "I know you can," Julian replied.