I Survived Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I was suddenly terrified. Maybe he had never loved me at all. Christopher's deep, magnetic voice came through, filled with an emotion I had never heard before. "Don't say such silly things. I’m your husband. How could I not love you?" It felt so comforting, and with that thought, I sank into a deep sleep. …… The surgery went smoothly, and Nikki survived. I had turned into a lonely, wandering soul, unable even to save my child. My baby had not even fully formed yet, just a tiny embryo without a soul, leaving me to be a ghost in this world all alone.

“She called me for help, and I ignored her.” I stood there, looking at the man who once told me not to call again. Back then, his voice had been cold and impatient. Now, he was trembling. “I thought she was trying to disturb me,” he said, pressing his hands against his head. “I thought she wanted attention again.” His voice broke. “But she was dying.” Mom sobbed into her hands, and Dad turned his face away. Adrian bent down and picked up the phone, staring at my last message like it was a wound that would never close.

I lifted my hand showing my digital device. “ I did. Now I am going to play this recording. If and when during the remainder of the days, should you decide to stay and help clear things up, or decide to leave and we find the original recording, you will see that none of this is fabricated.” I lifted the recording and hit the play button. Mine and Maria’s voices echoed through the speaker on the device. “ You might wanna press that record button.

I drank lots of wine, talked the ear off everybody I could find, and even snagged some roast chicken from Justin a few times. I thought he was about to kiss me, and I wished time could just freeze right then. However, wishes did not always come true. ... I could not tell where the explosion had come from. All I remembered was Justin hugging me tight and not moving, while screams and cries filled the air. I could hear the armed escorts falling around us. The mental impact hit me hard. I begged Justin to let me go. "Please, I'm a doctor! I need to help them!"

Then Maddie dropped a voice message in the chat. "Rainee, you seriously thought you could control the story just because there weren't any cameras?" A second later, she uploaded an audio file. "I was using my phone to practice singing when the earthquake hit. I never got a chance to stop the recording. Listen closely and tell me whose voice this is." I tapped the file. Deafening rumbles and crashing debris filled the recording. Then Rainee's shrill voice cut through the chaos. "Tristan, get out of my way!"

I tried to tell myself some things but the only thing I could voice out before my voice left me was, “I will survive. I will.” I wasn't sure if it was just my imaginations, or my negative thoughts, but I heard a comment. “We’ll see.”

Nothing in this world matters. I scavenge. I attack. I kill. Day in. Day out. --- Most of the pages were missing. Destroyed by the weather… or by something else. I closed the book, my hands trembling. Then, suddenly, I threw it across the room. Damien barely ducked in time. "Iris, I didn’t know you went through so much." His voice was quiet, careful. "It seems like blacking out was a survival instinct for you. But now… we know what happens when you black out."

Only one contact saved on it: Number 1—him. I tapped the screen, and it began to ring, but then I'm an instant I ended the call. I wasn't ready yet. I shouldn't be talking. I can't be. That's the only way to survive. That's the way I survived. My lips parted, voice barely above a whisper. “I can do this!“ I spoke softly. This was the second time in years I had spoken aloud—and even now, it sent chills down my spine. A strange thrill pulsed through me. Ever since the accident, everything had changed.

They were still searching. “Elara!” Ruin’s voice echoed through the broken opening above. I forced myself to stand, ignoring the sharp pain in my ribs. “I’m here!” I called. My voice sounded rough and weaker than I wanted it to, but it got through. Silence followed. Then the movement overhead. “Elara?” Axel’s voice this time was closer, sharper. “I survived,” I said, louder now. Axel leaned over the gap, and something moved above the broken edge. Dust fell. I could see his face clearly for the first time since the autumn. He felt relief first.

My stomach twisted. No. I don’t even know you, I thought frantically. Out loud, I forced my voice steady. “Who is Ice? You’ve got the wrong person.” The voice laughed. Full-on maniacal, bouncing off the walls like he’d been waiting years to let it out. “You should thank me, you know. I saved you from that driver. He was going to kill you, and himself, with that crash he set up. He’s dead now. You’re alive.”