I Survived Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"Pause nothing! My daughter is missing—five days now! She's never suffered a day in her life. Move Claire to the backup room immediately and begin the third extraction!" Father's fury silenced him. The doctor barked orders to two assistants, who hauled me from the cold metal chair. As they half-carried me down the hallway, my consciousness spiraled into blackness. Icy water seemed to rise around me. I screamed, "Help me!" but no sound escaped. Each breath became a struggle. The last thing I heard was the slam of the backup room door, then fading footsteps. As life slipped away, I found myself utterly alone, accompanied by nothing but the endless darkness. It felt just like—death.

But in the end, Ciara's death drove Joel over the edge. I closed my eyes, thinking what a clueless fool and a joke I was. I had lost everything, including my life, to a scumbag who didn't deserve it. Thankfully, Oscar's surgery was successful, and he survived. A week later, he regained consciousness and was moved from the ICU to a regular ward. My mom and I could finally heave a sigh of relief. We took turns caring for him each day. During this time, Terry visited several times a day. Whenever he saw me, he apologized profusely and even secretly deposited money into my bank account.

I know it's been a year i last talked to you. I'm sorry though i just got so busy, didn't have a time and Matt he just needs my help always. He is so small and is really cute. I just can't let him alone and stay by his side always. Oh i forgot to tell you. That day when i talked to you it was Matt who needed my help. I found him when i was out. I guess Moon Goddess wanted me to save him from Morton. Steve Morton and his family were trying to kill him. I save him.

Caspian’s confession didn't just break the ice in my heart—it shattered the very foundations of my reality. He hadn't just found me in this life. He had hunted through the corridors of time to find the version of me that survived. "You came back for me," I whispered, my voice trembling against his lips.

I panicked and tried to wipe them away, but my hands went right through her again. "Mom’s been dead for four years, and you’re still insulting her. You’re awful! Waaaah…" That’s right. I had been dead for four years. I died the year after our divorce. On the other end of the phone, disbelief lingered in his voice. "Dead? No way. Evil people live forever. Even if I died, she’d still be alive." Emma was devastated and furious. "You’re awful! I’ll never talk to you again. And I’ll tell Mom’s spirit not to love you anymore. I’ll burn all the things she kept of yours. Waaaah…"

So be prepared for that. Maya stepped out of the pool and took Noah with her, because he wanted to go to the bathroom, but stopped midway before they could reach the said bathroom, when she heard Nova's words: 'What?!? What do you mean an apocalypse? What kind of apocalypse?' 'I don't have time to respond now, they are calling me, so here you go, the story of the book Noah is in and you are in as well.' Nova snapped his fingers and suddenly thousands of memories entered Maya's head all at once, making her head almost explode, as she shouted in pain in fainted, scaring Noah, who started to cry and calling out for his dad, who immediately rushed to them, forgetting the woman who was talking to

In the end, survival belonged to those with clear minds and iron wills. I returned to the newly renovated Carlisle residence. The fire had burned away the old decay. Now, the place was full of life. I filled the courtyard with my grandfather's favorite flowers and plants. … One day, I received a letter from the prison. It was written by Sienna.

The system continued, "Current death count totals 21. The remaining 195 merit points will be evenly distributed among 15 survivors." With that, my phone screen popped up with a notification showing that I'd just received 13 merit points, which brought my total to 25. "Would you like to spend 75 merit points on redeeming memories of the deceased?" We looked at each other again. After everyone nodded, each of us contributed five points to redeem the memory fragments. When the scene flashed, Isolde's memory was the first to appear. It featured King Ragnar strangling her by the throat and carefully studying her face.

"Damian, a lot happened over the last four years. My first year over there, I heard a group of Corvians was trapped in an air strike, so I ran straight into a hot zone to look for you. "A bomb went off right next to me. I lost 60% of the hearing in my left ear. Did you ever bother to ask about that?" Damian froze, his eyes dropping to my scarred earlobe. "My second year looking for you, I took a bullet to the leg. I had to crawl out of the trenches on my hands and knees because I refused to die in a ditch over there. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again," I continued. "Over the last four years, I've survived countless injuries. I nearly died multiple times, and the only reas

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