I Survived Audiobooks Novels & Stories

And now I am here. I survived the village. I survived the brothel. I survived the streets. I survived the academy. I survived the auction. I survived the kings. I fucking survived. Or did I?

Amelia pOV I survived. That should have felt like enough. In the arithmetic of the last several months — the attacks, the revelations, the long nights of questioning everything I thought I knew — survival should have registered as a clear and uncomplicated victory. I was alive. My children were alive, still growing, still carrying their ancient blood through the daily industry of becoming, still making themselves known to me in the quiet moments when I turned my attention inward and found them there, steady and present and entirely themselves.

I had to wait for the right moment to expose them. A few minutes later, the door creaked open,Lena and Darius stepped inside. I could hear their voices now, muffled by the distance, but their footsteps were unmistakable. They thought I was still in a coma, completely unaware of my surroundings. Lena moved closer, and I could feel her eyes on me, her gaze filled with false concern. I heard Darius’s low voice, the words too familiar, but this time, they were different. He wasn’t trying to comfort me—he was simply going through the motions.

It's not late so we continue our conversation with the rain echoing on the roof of the cabin. "About my situation, I have no memories at all, although I do have some knowledge of the world. Thanks to that I've been able to survive until now in the wilderness. There are things I know, but I don't know how or when I learnt them, on the other hand, there are other words I know but I can't associate them with anything". "Mmm… intriguing" says Hikaru.

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I am a survivor. That’s what I keep telling myself every single morning I wake up, look into the mirror, and force my reflection to meet my gaze. My reflection doesn’t always believe me. Some days, the woman staring back at me looks tired, fractured, and weighed down by memories she has no business carrying anymore. But I am Sierra Morgan. I survived Logan Hart. I survived Liam Foster. And if life thinks it can throw more at me—I’ll survive that too.

“What are you doing? They are in danger, my God!” “Erica, stop it! Listen to me, we can’t call the police or anyone. The man I spoke to threatened to kill them if we did. We will meet them in Senegal. I will go speak to Jack and Lance and Claire.” “What else did Chase say? Were they okay, not hurt? How did they survive the crash?” Erica needed to know everything. She wished she could hear his voice for herself to assure her that he was alive and well. “Erica, I only spoke to him for seconds, but he said he was fine. They both were.” He took her by the hand and led her out of the cabin.

I wanted to protest unfortunately the doctor said they were taking me to see that man who saved my life I had so much to ask, how did I survive and why was my face changed and how was it possible. It didn't make sense to me how I would survive falling off a cliff. "Use the private exit...no one should know"I heard a man say. This one had a different voice not so familiar and in no time I was being driven down what seemed like a passageway. I didn't like this at all. ****

Isla’s POV I had once believed survival meant silence. That if I endured long enough, if I worked hard enough, the world would forget what was done to me. But healing, I’ve learned, is louder than pain. It reshapes the very space that once confined you. And I was done being confined.

"If you break... the grounding circuit... the back-surge... will blow Christian’s suit wide open in the undercurrent!" Sierra! Hold the anchor! Don't let the cellular count tear your focus! Christian’s voice didn't come from the overhead speakers. It roared inside my mind, a warm, thunderous wave of raw human courage that smashed through the cold digital noise of the global grid. I could feel his physical agony—the freezing pressure of the South Atlantic ocean crushing his lungs, the icy water seeping into the neck seal of his survival suit, the violent tug of the Chronos drone as its mechanical claws gripped his waist. We survived the Newark docks, Sierra! We survived the Swiss destroyers!

My voice cracked as I muttered to no one, “I’ll survive this. I have to. He doesn’t get to break me. Not again.” What I didn’t know was who was behind his door, lights off, a shadow was there. Listening. Watching. And the corner of his mouth curved just slightly before vanishing back into complete darkness.