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"I can't leave. I haven't found my boyfriend yet. If he's dead, I'm going to die right here with him—ouch!" Sebastian pulled a stitch too tight, and a fresh stream of blood welled up from the wound. He looked at me, a cold smirk tugging on his lips. "People out there are starving to death. Most of them won't survive until tomorrow. You have a chance to live, but you're choosing to waste it over some guy? That's incredibly stupid." His words were harsh, but I didn't argue. He was right, after all. The next morning, ignoring his stern warnings, I took two painkillers and ran straight toward the heart of the ruins.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

I stared at the ceiling. The child I had wanted to tell Dante about on our first-kiss anniversary was gone. The child I had hidden my hope inside was gone. Dante had not held the scalpel, but he had hidden me in that house, handed me over to his alliance, and made everyone believe my baby could be erased for Serena’s reputation. “I wanted him,” I whispered. “I really wanted him.” Professor Shaw took my hand. “I know.” The legal director placed a folder on the bedside table.

I checked the time and dragged my not fully healed body over there. By the time I arrived, the reporters had already filled the venue, and the place was packed. Through the crowd, I immediately spotted Quintus and Vanessa. Quintus stood beside her wheelchair, looking at her with tender concern, while Vanessa had dressed herself to appear more gravely injured than she actually was. They held hands, playing the role of a devoted couple perfectly. A reporter turned to Vanessa and asked, "Who do you want to thank the most for surviving this disaster?" Vanessa gave a weak but radiant smile. "I want to thank the doctors who saved my life. Without them, my baby and I wouldn't be here today."

At least I hope it is. I don’t think I have the will power to want to survive a horror book or movie. In my opinion, this is a start of a new dawn. A chapter of my life that holds mysteries and I’m going to be the bulldog that I am and unravel every single one!

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

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.

“You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end." "So you findished this already?” She was somewhat surprised because Xiana wasn't the type to finished a book in one sitting. “Yeah. It made me cry because it is so relatable. The plot revolves around two close friends who are stranded in a foreign country after being kidnapped and must make sacrifices in order to survive." "Aww, I can't wait to read this," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. The book's nostalgic scent wafted from the pages, and she smiled to herself, thinking she'd read it tonight.

“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.