I Survived Audiobooks Novels & Stories

That made him pause. “You’re not fighting, Audrey,” he said quietly. “You’re surviving.” “Not anymore.” He looked at me like I had just said the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. But I meant it. My hands were still shaking but I meant it. “They already killed my mom,” I said. “Now they’re after me. And you’re still talking about survival like it’s enough?” He exhaled through his teeth. “I’ll clean this up. Go to sleep.” “I’m not sleeping.”

Those ungrateful ingrates would go mad, but how was that my problem? I had once survived on an abandoned island for two months. My phone was turned off. I'd power it up and call someone if I really needed help. Thanks to my frequent survival trips, I knew the local rescue squads well. All I had to do was send a signal, and they would send a ship right away. Then, help would come in two days' time. … I toiled away for the whole day, and night was soon upon me. I sat on the little bench I made, staring at the blazing setting sun as I munched on the seafood I had caught with my traps.

"That's right—you fell to your death! No wonder you agreed to buy those speakers this time! You did it on purpose! You wanted the car to break down early!" I stopped and gave a light clap. "Nice," I said, eyes cold. "You came back too. Just a little late. "Because you're about to die." I turned and walked out. No looking back. Behind me, Felix's screams echoed. I stepped out of the prison. Warm sun brushed my face. Sadie leaned out the car window. "Mr. Lloyd, it's over." I nodded. Yeah. It was over. Then I looked at her. Time to start over.

he said quietly, but I could hear the fracture in his certainty, because impossible things had a habit of happening to us The figure smiled faintly, like time had never touched them, like death had simply been postponed rather than final, and that smile alone made my stomach tighten because it carried familiarity that should not exist anymore And then it hit me all at once Not fear Not shock Memory A chapter we never closed properly Ivan’s voice broke the silence first, sharp and immediate, “You should not be alive,” and there was no emotion in it, only fact, because in our world survival was never random, it was always questioned The figure tilted their head slightly, calm, almost amused, “

No matter who I had to manipulate. No matter what line I had to cross. Because survival had always been the one thing I was best at. And I wasn’t about to lose now. Especially not when I had come this far. Not when Amelia was rising or now when Henry was watching. Not when everything was beginning to close in. I would survive. I always did. Even if it meant destroying someone else to do it. ***

I automatically look down only to see Iciest’s hand above my thigh, so I look at him questioningly. He looked at me helplessly and tilted his head as if telling me to look in front, which I immediately did, only to see their deadpan expressions. That’s when I realized that I had been in a daze earlier, so I cleared my throat and mumbled with a sigh, "Yes, that’s right, and many people are involved in those events that happened to me, including the fact that History and Chronicles almost died along with me, but maybe we are still fortunate since we all survived that accident."

, Cynthia confirmed, looking at me with skepticism. "Yes. I was in the middle of telling him what happened. I don't want to forget where I was", I explained. "I will remember where you were", he assured me. I shook my head. "I want to get this over with", I said. I could see the reluctance in his face as he took his seat. "You remember feeling as if you were being watched", he recited, to refresh my memory. "Right. I had my headphones in, but no music playing. So, I could hear what was going on around me", I said, moving to stand for pictures.

When I woke up, I was lying in a sealed hospital room at the institute medical center. For a moment, I thought I was still in Dante’s old medical room, and fear dragged me awake before I could think. “Don’t touch me…” “Aria, it’s me.” Professor Shaw’s voice pulled me back. She sat beside the bed, still wearing the same dark coat from that night. Behind her stood the project doctor and a woman from the institute’s legal team. “You’re safe now,” Professor Shaw said.

You didn't starve to death. I could not take it anymore. "Mom, do you know how I've been surviving this semester? On handouts from my roommate and digging through trash for leftover food! And today, if my advisor hadn't been kind enough to buy me a meal, I probably would've collapsed and ended up in the hospital!" I thought hearing about what I had been through might change her mind. Instead, she let out a scornful laugh. "So what, you're trying to brag to me about your good luck? How you ran into a nice roommate and a nice advisor?

Murmurs rippled through the room. “It is none of those things,” I continued. “Anything that requires your silence as payment will cost you more than it offers.” They listened. Really listened. That mattered. Afterward, a young man approached me. “I’ve read about you,” he said carefully. “About what you survived.” I nodded. “But hearing you speak,” he continued, “it doesn’t feel like survival is the point.” “It isn’t,” I replied. “It’s the beginning.” That night, I walked home under a sky heavy with clouds.