I Survived Novel Series Novels & Stories

He made it his personal mission to find out all about his obsession. He watched her blue eyes turn cloudy, knew she had survivor’s guilt, and he had a million ways to use it. “A sister. She died.” Christine said, taking a sip of water. “Technically then you are also an only child, like me,” he said. She nodded. “I guess so.” ***

Even if I looked nothing like them and had no idea how to fit into their world yet. This was going to be harder than I’d anticipated. Though as I stood there in my new quarters with Davian’s mark warm on my neck and the memory of falling asleep on his chest still fresh, I realized that hard didn’t mean impossible. And I’d survived worse than curious stares and whispered conversations. I’d survived dying. Everything else was just details.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​. ..

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

“If I didn’t deserve it, if it wasn’t my fault, then why did they do it, Zhoni?” She felt her heart breaking. She’d once said those same words in another lifetime, crying into Sebastian’s arms at the injustice of it all. “There’s no reason for some of the savagery in this world, baby. People are sick at mind and sick at soul and prey on those they perceive as weaker to build themselves up. I call you ‘Yanaha’…the Navajo name I’ve given you…because you’re still here, baby. You’ve survived something that has killed people much older than you.” She kissed his forehead. “It’ll get better, baby.” “How do you know?” His voice was hardly a whisper, his eyes pleading that her words be true.

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

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.

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

About the creatures that had dropped through my ceiling like something from a nightmare. About how the world had changed, and I was still alive. I didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse. But standing there in that mill surrounded by other survivors, surrounded by people who were trying to figure out how to keep living despite everything, I thought maybe it was worth finding out. "Raina. Are you going with us? To the fort?" Marten said, sitting down beside me. I looked at him, at this boy who'd found me in the ashes and brought me somewhere warm, and I nodded.

Now she wondered if isolation had ever really been accurate at all. If Lucien's unclassified presence and Daisy's impossible nightmares and her own increasingly anomalous bio-signature and now this—the infected themselves evolving beyond every prediction she'd built her entire survival strategy around were all threads of the exact same unraveling pattern, then the story she'd been so certain she understood the second chance she'd fought so hard to earn was proving itself to be something far stranger and far less controllable than she'd ever let herself fully consider.

It wasn’t very comfortable being around someone that could detect lies without much effort. Being an introvert had its’ perks. Yuna decided that it was time for her to begin socializing to figure out her enemies and their agendas. She already knew that Minho and Haemi weren’t much of a threat because she had already experienced the first life. She knew all their intentions and what would happen in the future.