I Survived Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

Then, she added, "We're all in this together. A downpour's coming, so we should find some supplies." She crouched before me and held my left hand. Her face was a mask of understanding. "It's all my fault. I'll help you up." I slapped her hand away in disgust. She let out a gasp and fell backward. Everyone huddled around her and shot me with dark glares. I stood up and put on a sneer. Yes, a downpour was coming. In my previous life, these asshats had only survived those two days by the skin of their teeth. I busted my ass setting up traps in the sea for a catch. The waves roared and crashed like a neverending tide. One time, they nearly swept me into the sea.

It's not late so we continue our conversation with the rain echoing on the roof of the cabin. "About my situation, I have no memories at all, although I do have some knowledge of the world. Thanks to that I've been able to survive until now in the wilderness. There are things I know, but I don't know how or when I learnt them, on the other hand, there are other words I know but I can't associate them with anything". "Mmm… intriguing" says Hikaru.

I couldn't be this confused at this early stage in a world I hadn't yet understood. He was hard to comprehend and I should be caring about my survival; not whatever this was. “I’m sorry” I said quickly. “For throwing up in your face” He simply stared at me. “Thank…” A loud wail behind us cut my appreciation off. The water rippled as I turned around to see the boy I’d saved being pulled by the hair into an iron-caged carriage. What was happening? There were men in dark steel masks and an outfit that could pass for what people wore in the gothic eighties.

at the very least, he would know I had not intended to deceive him. “I was a servant in the palace until the day of the fire…” I told him everything. From the fire in the palace, saving him, my escape, the village and finally, how fate had brought us together again. As I spoke, his expression shifted again and again. Shock, disbelief, guilt and sorrow passing across his face.

Lexi put down her suitcase and glared at him. “Come on, it’s been years since we’ve seen each other. Give me a hug, you old hell raiser,” he said with a big grin. Lexi twisted her lips, but embraced her old chum. Brock pulled back, but still had his arms around her. “When it got dark, I started to worry.” “With good reason apparently. How the hell did you find this place?” she asked as she looked at him like he was insane. He chuckled. “My brilliant realtor. She’s here, too. I told her I wanted a place with lots of land and original history to it. A bona fide haunted house,” he said proudly.

“I remember everything. I remember you lying to me the whole time. And I remember… that you don’t love me at all.” I closed my eyes for a moment, suppressing the sting rising behind them. Then, I lifted my head and met her gaze directly, calm and resolute. “That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.”

The protagonist of the historical piece was a woman who’d survived tremendous loss and rebuilt herself into something stronger, someone who refused to be defined by what had been done to her. I’d written the treatment in the first year after I’d left, pouring my rage and grief and determination into a character I’d hoped would feel nothing like me at all. “She’s fictional,” I said, my voice coming out cooler than I’d intended. “Of course,” Darius agreed, finally looking up to meet my eyes. “But the best fiction always pulls from truth, doesn’t it?” I didn’t answer, just returned my attention to my laptop and tried to ignore the way my pulse had kicked up.

I wanted him to claim me and make me his forever. I have been dying every day for him this past eight years. There was never a day I had not thought about what would have happened if he was the one to take my virtue. I would have gladly given myself to him and to tell the truth, I was saving myself for him cause somewhere in my heart and soul I knew he was going to come back to me no matter where he was or what he was doing cause I knew he truly loved me. And that belief kept me alive and kicking!

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

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*