I Survived Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"We're too late... Dead... for at least 48 hours... Dehydration, high fever... Organ failure..." My father's mind went blank before he felt the world spin. He grabbed the scorching metal container wall to steady himself. The child he had locked up here and the bloodline he had with his beloved woman was truly gone. Axel clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. He looked at my frail body before the oven-like shipping container, a wave of overwhelming regret and pain washing over him. He now understood why I asked to let me find my mother as I rushed toward the driveway.

To get me out of the way for Simon Luther, the man who steals my position as heir of the Luther family, the three young women my dad took in as children and raised alongside me work together to send me to prison. "Once you get out of jail, one of us will marry you—but on one condition. You'd better take this secret to the grave." To stop me from revealing the truth, the three women even fed me a drug that rendered me mute. As the years go by, the endless and inhumane torment I endure in prison slowly destroys what feelings and affection I have for the three women I once considered my sisters. When we meet again, I watch impassively as the three of them fight to win the auction that gives

In the stories of resilience, they found a tapestry woven with threads of courage, perseverance, and the unwavering belief in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. In Chapter 88, they encountered Sophie, a survivor of a life-altering accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Through Sophie's journey of adapting to her new reality, they witnessed her unwavering determination to redefine her life and become an advocate for accessibility and inclusion. Her spirit illuminated the path of countless others facing similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their own strength and fight for a world where everyone has equal opportunities.

“To protect people. But it turns out I was not always good at protecting people.” “So what were you good at then?” I asked, completely forgetting the book I intended to read. “Surviving,” he whispered. “When I failed to protect my family from being slaughtered by someone close to us, I had no other choice to learn how to protect myself and the only family I have left. Taking this job was my only means of survival and my only means to learn how to protect others.” Something in his expression shifted and I recognized the shape of old grief. We had both abandoned the books by then. The shared quiet felt different.

Only varying degrees of loss. I pour myself a drink. Four hundred years of existence. Four hundred years of careful survival. All of it coming down to single choice. Help wolves I've never met and die. Or preserve myself and watch them die. The choice should be easy. Should be. But I remember Valentina's voice on the phone. Young, desperate, trying to save her community. I remember Callum's file. Innocent man framed by brother, building resistance from nothing. I remember the medical records showing Isla saving lives.

"Why are you doing this Ivy and why do you care if I write in this book or not." "I care because I know what it is like to feel like a ghost," I said. "I care because no one should have to be alone when they are trying to figure out who they are after something bad happens. I am good at this because I have walked the same path as you and I want to show you that the path does lead somewhere better. I am not a teacher and I am not a doctor but I am a survivor and that means we are the same."

His body shifts back in the chair, as though distance might steady him. “It turns out you didn’t save my life,” I tell him, voice light, almost teasing. “You just bought me a little more time.” His breathing falters. The color drains from his face. “I… I don’t understand.” I lean back, folding my arms. “I was knocked around with a bat, stabbed, and had my house lit on fire. In a very stupid attempt at survival, I thought drowning myself in a bathtub was a genius move. Spoiler: it wasn’t. I nearly succeeded. All that trauma left me broken.”

Having been an invisible presence at home for ten years, I watch Mom and Dad hand me the only life ring as the cruise ship sinks, while they vanish into the ocean depths. Christian Gunn, my distant brother, desperately pushes me toward the shore until his body is completely frozen stiff by the icy seawater. He flashes a smile of relief and says, "Mom, Dad, and I have always regretted bringing you back to the Gunn family. If we hadn't, Freya would still be by our side. If there's a next life, please don't bother our family ever again." I watch his complexion turn increasingly pale before he closes his eyes forever. I can hear a rescue boat roaring nearby, but I smile wryly and, without a

Ten years after I'm abducted, I'm finally rescued and brought home. From that day on, Mom and Dad make me the center of their world. They even burn through their savings and move to another city for me. But those ten years leave me with severe depression. One day, I take a razor blade to my wrist. Dad grabs the blade with his bare hand. "If you die, what are your mom and I supposed to do?" All that attention soon starts to suffocate me. Eventually, I snap and smash up all the furniture in the house. Even then, Mom just pulls me into her arms and comforts me over and over. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's all over now." Then my younger adopted sister, Nancy Bonner, asks one simple question

He listened to their words and later discovered that they were correct. The little girl that helped him had changed his life. After the doctors took care of his wounds, he was led to the Kim Residence. From there, he was given the opportunity to work for her family as a servant or go to war with General Junho’s men. He chose the latter option.