Novel & Cerita I Survived Chapter Books

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

This is saying out loud: this happened to me, and I survived it, and I'm still here. I open to chapter seven. This is the chapter about the park. About the moment that fractured everything and then started putting it back together in a different shape. About the attack. About what he did. About what I did. About the specific moment when I understood that survival wasn't the same thing as living. I start reading.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

I learned that the hard way. I was once being a coward as well by trying to kill myself but I guess my time had not come to leave this earth yet. Life kept on giving me chances to make my hell life better and thank god I did not died. I had learnt so many lessons from this cruel world and I kept on moving with determination and strong will power. Though there were many times I broke down...I gave up but the voice within me told me to buckle up and make myself capable, brawny and indestructible.

I stood in the psychology section for a long time, and in the end, I bought a book called Post-Traumatic Growth. The book was thick, and I read about ten pages a day. By the thirtieth day, I wrote a line on a blank page. "I'm not a victim. I'm a survivor." Levi came over to my place for dinner and noticed the book. "How's it going?" he asked. "I'm learning," I answered. "Learning how to breathe again." A year later, the book signing event for my new release took place at the city library. The book recounted my actual experiences and was published under a pen name.

I had no interest in that so I just kept walking until I reached my room. I immediately went in and sat on the sofa bed. I don't know how I will end this day. Can I read a book? I stood up again and looked at the shelves with books. It was meant to be used as a book for my studies. Rare flowers. That's what's written in the book. I didn't read it because I didn't need to. I don't really like reading either. I will only read if necessary. So I brought the rather large book. The books here are a bit different because they are not like printed books. This is handwritten and the images are drawn, but that's okay because the writer's calligraphy is beautiful.

The moment we made it to the last floor, I opened a random door and dragged them in with me. “Get out!” Those were the words that welcomed us and I shielded Elio and Rosa beside me as I raised my hand to my head. “We're looking for the rest of the survivors.” I said calmly, but one of the students had a sharpened piece of wood in his hand, making me halt. “You must be infected. We don't want you here!” He snapped and before I could speak up, Elio stepped out, his eyes wide. “J! You're alive?!” He cried out in disbelief and the rest of them gasped as they called out Elio's name in disbelief.

Something is suspicious about this. The last time I remembered, I stumbled upon a novel. It was an ad that I accidentally clicked which leads me to read chapter one. When I glanced at the book title, I got hooked. Well, who wouldn't get hooked if the title is ‘In the name of a psychopath.’ Because of that title, I immediately got hooked and read chapter one. While reading, I seemed to stumble upon the same name as mine. However, I didn't pay attention to it since it happened sometimes and she wasn't an important character anyway.

Hello, readers! We are officially approaching the explosive climax of Volume 1 at Chapter 26. Kaela's journey is a three-volume book, and writing this first instalment has been an absolute joy. I want to extend a huge, heartfelt thank you to everyone who has added this story to their libraries and supported my daily updates. Your support means everything to me. Volume 1 is all about Kaela’s survival and self-discovery. She had to learn who she truly is inside a brutal world she didn’t design, uncover dark secrets that were hidden from her, and finally step into her own raw, dangerous power.

The next morning, ignoring his stern warnings, I took two painkillers and ran straight toward the heart of the ruins. Sebastian told me that if I went out there, I wouldn't make it back alive. Honestly, he wasn't the only one who thought so. During those four years, everyone assumed I wouldn't survive to see the next day. But I couldn't die before I found Damian. By nightfall, I staggered out from the smoke, carrying two children in my arms. Sebastian grabbed the kids to rush them into triage, then glanced over at me as I collapsed onto a cot, barely alive.