I Survived Book New Novels & Stories

I’ve gоt tо dо whаt I саn to stay аlіvе. I bеlіеvе fіndіng thіѕ nоtеbооk mіght bе a ѕіgn frоm thе universe. Wrіtіng іn hеrе іѕ going tо hеlр mе survive; and one day, mу words mіght еvеn hеlр аnоthеr gіrl lіkе mе. I’m ѕurе I wоn’t bе the lаѕt to bе trapped hеrе.

He has a large smile on his face. Elizabeth chuckles then she comments on David’s personality. “You took in Bob and sheltered him. You even took the time to teach him how to communicate with you. I’m surprised that you can think so ruthlessly.” David remembers saving Bob but he also knows that if he wasn’t ruthless, he would have been dead. ~It was how I survived.~ “Come again?” ~I survived because I was ruthless.~ Elizabeth finishes covering David’s wounds with the herbs. “Well… keep being ruthless… what was it? Be as sharp as a sword but be as light as a feather??”

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

ATHENA'S pov Was I really cursed as she had stated ?. Was I really not meant to be around people with love ?. It did make sense since I was never with a family more than six months . Either returning me back or being murdered . Rosie and mark were the only ones that showed me love but they were killed in cold blood . I could feel another wave of tears coming up . How was I to survive the streets ,?I was only eleven years old. *Now is not the time to cry girl, find shelter before dark*

Taylor's POV 2 years later Ever since I have stepped into New York, two years ago, my life has turned out to be amazing. I expected nothing on the first day of school, but surprisingly, my class welcomed me with a welcoming party. The lifestyle here in New York is so different from my hometown and I really like this place better. Even though I've been here for only two years, it already feels like home. The truth is I was scared that my group of friends would turn out to be like Melissa who was mean and cruel, but they aren't like her. They are kind, funny, talented and mostly, badass, especially my girls.

During summer break, I worked part-time at a bungee-jumping site, where my best friend deliberately hid behind me and cut my safety line. I scrambled out of the way, but my boyfriend hugged my sobbing best friend and accused me instead. "All I did was comfort Vivi a little when she got scared while bungee jumping. Did you really have to damage your own rope and frame her deliberately?" I stayed away from them to protect myself instead of trying to explain. Then a typhoon suddenly struck, leaving the bungee platform swaying dangerously. My boyfriend was in charge, yet he gave the only spare safety rope to Vivian, who had already retreated to safety. “You’re the safety officer, and you’re cert

The infected woman who had ended my life. I wrote about my rebirth. The shock. The confusion. The determination. The first time I looked in the mirror and saw a younger version of myself staring back. I wrote about my preparations. The supplies. The sanctuary. The secrets. The lies I told to protect myself and the truths I discovered along the way. I wrote about the people I met. Adrian. Elena. Marcus. Daniel. Maya. Noah. The survivors who had become my family. The allies who had become my friends. The enemies who had become my teachers.

"How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch." I exhaled through my nose hard. "He never finished that one..." She slid her finger to the next. "Betting against Rowan Pierce: A Historical Account of Poor Decisions." "That one..." I said, rolling my eyes, "He actually wrote..." "Of course he did." Savannah flashed a grin and kept scanning, "The Alpha's Bad Moods and How to Survive Them." I stared at her, my eyes flicking to the shelf. "That book doesn't exist." Savannah pulled it out, tapping the cover.

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.

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."