Jane Harper The Survivors Novels & Stories

I did not had answers to it. For godsake I was just a child who was trying to live a happy and normal life but instead what I got in-return was the fucking pain, suffering and abuses. I was left alone all by myself to fight with everything; nobody stood with me or for me; everyone left me, my father, my brother everyone left me alone to survive with that horrible woman. I was betrayed and left alone to die.

Her lower lip was quivering. “Lindsay, you’re not going anywhere,” Brock said calmly. “All the cars have broken down, our cellphones are destroyed, and the landline is dead.” “Yes, dead!” Lindsay yelled. “Every time I turn around, someone is dead. I’m not going to be next!” “Lindsay, calm yourself and see reason,” Lexi said gently. “It’s daybreak. We’ll get dressed and search the garage again. There has to be car parts in there to get a vehicle running.”

she heaved a sigh now. "After he beat me up one night, and I had my third miscarriage, I decided to end it all. I fled. I was hopeless. I had nowhere to go. Stranded without a cent to my name. Then I met a woman, she brought me here. Little did I know Mother had women-agents out there luring in helpless women like me here." "Yin?" Sarah inquired, indicating it was her turn. Yin sat up, hugging her teddy bear to her chest. "Well, I'm a fugitive," she confessed with a look in her eyes that revealed her guilt, and also revealed that she wasn’t entirely sorry for what she had done.

“Levi!“ He rushes in again, and this time, I hand him the folder, albeit reluctantly. “You can, uh, discard it.“ Her face flashes before my eyes again, but I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts. Levi’s face falls, his lips pulling into a pout, making me wonder how I employed a child instead of a grown man to work for me. “Oh, really, sir?“ He furrows his brows. “Did you glance at the last page... I thought it could have you interested.“ I flip to the last page. Liora Wilder was recently seen at the fertility clinic and, after further investigation, has been found to be a surrogate. Status: Not signed with any couples or families. Hell no! “Levi, I want you to do something for me.“

Jace kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console, close enough for me to reach if I needed to. “How’s Harper this morning?” he asked. “Quiet,” I said, looking out the window at the passing trees. “Mum stayed with her for a while. I think she’s in shock. It’s one thing to run from a ghost and it’s another to realize the ghost has your phone number and knows where you live.” “She’s lucky she has you,” Jace said. “She’s lucky she has my family. It’s not just me,” I corrected. “Are you still nervous?” he asked.

"I am a survivor. For six years, I was believed to be dead. I was in a coma, a prisoner of my own body, while the man who had promised to save my family was tearing it apart. The man who had promised to love and protect me was betraying me. I am here today to say that I am alive, and I am not afraid. I am here today to say that I will not rest until the people who hurt me and my family have paid for their crimes. I am here today to say that I have a partner who will fight with me, not against me. We are in this together, and we will win." The room erupted in a frenzy of shouts and questions. The reporters, their faces a mixture of shock and awe, scribbled notes furiously. The headlines were

Harper couldn’t stop the way her stomach flipped every time his name lit up her screen. It was ridiculous. Immature. Reckless. And real. Too real. That night, Harper got home, tossed her bag on the couch, and curled up in her bedroom with her sketchbook. She drew without thinking. Lines. Curves. A pair of sneakers pointed toward the edge of a rooftop. A girl sitting just out of frame, watching a sunset she couldn’t touch. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced. DM again. jaxonbrooks:

The erratic beeping of the monitor steadies and my lungs stop burning. Tears blur my vision, spilling down my cheeks as the memories continue crashing into me, relentlessly. I thought I was done for. I thought that was it. The moment she pushed that liquid into my IV, I truly believed I’d never open my eyes again. The fact that I have, that I’m still here… is a blessing. A miracle I survived three attempts on my life. “It’s okay, Si,” Aunt Harper whispers, squeezing my trembling hands tighter. “You’re safe, baby girl. I’ve got you.”

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

I don't know why she was glaring at me. “Faith is alive. She just s-sent me a message to come get her. She is alive, Nancy.” “Oh sweetie,” Nancy hugged her. “Who is Faith?” I asked. “They were kidnapped together, and they killed her.” “No, she is alive.” Harper shook her head as she grabbed her cell. “I’m not crazy, Nancy,” she snapped at her as she played the video.