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"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

"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."

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.

Hey everyone Thank you so much for reading book two in the surviving my fate series. I am currently working on book three Surviving My Blood as well as some other books in the series. Surviving my blood will start having chapters posted on a weekly basis and the first chapter is already up. It will also be the final book in Kaydence and Dominics story as the other books will focus on the other Allied Alphas and them finding their mates. I am also working on book two to For the Love of Death which I have titled For the Children of Death and that will also have weekly chapters posted. I am also planning to work on a murder myster novel that my grandmother inspired me to write which is called M

On the first page of the journal, written in a thirteen-year-old boy’s handwriting, were eight haunting words: “If you found this… I survived.” ⸻ — End of Chapter 36 —

And just like that, I was alone. But not the same. Not anymore. I pulled myself up slowly, every bone in my body screaming, and crawled toward the couch. My chest felt tight, like it was caving in. But my mind was sharp. Clear. He didn’t just hit me. He warned me. This was the beginning. The start of a new life I’d never asked for. And no one was coming to save me. Not Elena. Not Killian. Not anyone. I had to survive this. Somehow.

My studies have just ended. Today was more arithmetic. It is a wonder how much math one must know to survive when owning something. I do not know how my ba could look at so many numbers. As I think I walk to the center of the village. I am heading to the shop of the seamstress to buy the next gift for Io. I hope that she likes the book I got her. It is my favorite out of all that I have read.

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This is not a story about love. This is a story about survival. I added one more line. This is a story about what remains when survival becomes strength. I sat with that for a moment, feeling the quiet satisfaction of something that was true and complete and entirely my own. Not pride exactly. Something quieter and more durable than pride. Then my phone buzzed. An unfamiliar number. The old instinct whispered caution, wait, don't - and I noticed it, acknowledged it, and answered anyway, because I was not ruled by old instincts anymore.

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.