Romans & histoires I Survived Novel Series

The storage room was dark and cold; I had no idea how long I stayed there. Outside, it seemed to be getting lively with music, laughter, and footsteps. Cynthia's birthday party must have started. They must be having a lot of fun. No one remembered me in the corner. I was hungry and thirsty, my wound ached as I leaned against the wall, half-asleep. Suddenly, I smelled a strange, pungent odor. Then, I saw a red light flashing under the door, and thick smoke billowed in. It seemed there was a fire!

To get me out of the way for Simon Luther, the man who steals my position as heir of the Luther family, the three young women my dad took in as children and raised alongside me work together to send me to prison. "Once you get out of jail, one of us will marry you—but on one condition. You'd better take this secret to the grave." To stop me from revealing the truth, the three women even fed me a drug that rendered me mute. As the years go by, the endless and inhumane torment I endure in prison slowly destroys what feelings and affection I have for the three women I once considered my sisters. When we meet again, I watch impassively as the three of them fight to win the auction that gives

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

Both of them were in a great shock. “This can’t be happening! How could she is still alive!?” Lusiana was getting a headache. As the mastermind, failing was very shameful for her. She was so sure about Virginia’s death back then but the reality got her pretty good now. “Who knows. I don’t think something like dark magic and resurrection are possible. It seems like someone saved her life while she was in the sea.” Miller tried to speculate his opinion.

But they kept making it clear that I have no place in this world. How long did I have to live like this? Would my life be confrontation after confrontation until my eventual death? Why do I have to struggle so much just to survive? I cried in the face of my dark future. In truth, I was scared. I was not favored by the emperor, nor was I particularly intelligent to be able to make scheme after scheme like those main characters in the isekai novel. I was walking on a tightrope with Alistair. I don't know what would happen if he decided to toss me away, just like Eomma's did. And I even got involved with the villain. I was doomed from the start.

I read them all, three times, then closed the book and sat in the dark, thinking. They’d come for her. Maybe not now, maybe not this year. But they would. I pressed a hand to my chest, just over my heart, and let the ache settle in. She’d made it. My girl had survived. But I’d have to kill to keep her. That was okay. I’d always known I would. * * *

And now I am here. I survived the village. I survived the brothel. I survived the streets. I survived the academy. I survived the auction. I survived the kings. I fucking survived. Or did I?

Yet, he never pushed Grace away. They looked every bit the perfect family. I quietly slipped out and closed the door behind me. I wanted to keep whatever time I had left for myself. I hadn't gone far before I felt the room tilt beneath me. My hands and feet stopped listening to me, and I hit the ground hard. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed and hooked up to tubes. A new nurse with reddened eyes told me my condition was critical, and I had less than two hours left. She asked if I wanted her to call my family.

Serena went pale. “Tell them what?” Dante’s voice rose. “Tell them your child isn’t mine.” The hall fell silent. Lucia’s expression changed at once. Serena began to cry. “You promised you would protect me.” Dante laughed once, broken and ugly. “I protected you, and they killed my child.” None of it had anything to do with me anymore. I walked out with my research journals in my arms. This time, Dante did not follow.

I asked with a smile. “Yup!” Kaia said beaming. Just as we are finishing this conversation, I zone out. I started seeing intentions of Sinclair. She is ready to leave her old life behind and settle. She is a tech genius. She grew up from foster home to foster home. Each foster home abused her and when she became eighteen, she started taking jobs as a hitman and a tech point of contact to survive. She looks at Kaia like a sister, but also has foster siblings, and she likes Blackstone because everyone acts like a family and she has never had that before.