Komik Save Me Novels & Stories

I checked the time and dragged my not fully healed body over there. By the time I arrived, the reporters had already filled the venue, and the place was packed. Through the crowd, I immediately spotted Quintus and Vanessa. Quintus stood beside her wheelchair, looking at her with tender concern, while Vanessa had dressed herself to appear more gravely injured than she actually was. They held hands, playing the role of a devoted couple perfectly. A reporter turned to Vanessa and asked, "Who do you want to thank the most for surviving this disaster?" Vanessa gave a weak but radiant smile. "I want to thank the doctors who saved my life. Without them, my baby and I wouldn't be here today."

"If I didn't save you that time, what will happen to you?" Niccolo asked her wife as they lay down in their soft and comfy bed. It's twelve midnight, but they are still awake. Casey looked at her husband's eyes and smiled. She shrugs her shoulders and said, "I don't know what will happen to me that time. Thank God because you saved me from being hopeless. You saved me, Mr. Billionaire. My husband saved me and I was so thankful for that."

What if they attack us again? "You barely ate anything. They're not going to attack us anymore. You can sit and have your food patiently..." "No. I would want us to leave this place. I'm.." "Are you scared?" He smirked. "Me?. Why would I be? I mean you're here to protect me right? , Why should I feel scared? Besides, it's not like I can't fight them off on my own" I decided to sound confident so he would at least not know that I'm a weakling but it seems I didn't sound confident enough because he laughed.

My air supply starts getting cut off badly; I put my palms against his face and try to push off me. “Where is he? Won’t he come to save you this time?!” He grits his teeth together. I close my eyes and give up fighting feeling my body giving up on me. He lets me go and walks back to the couch and plops down it. I slide down the wall holding my neck crying silently; it feels like my neck with break and my head will fall off. He takes out a small packet out of his pocket and pours the white powder on the small table that has his phone and an ashtray on it. I stare at his phone for a while; that phone could be my escape from out of here. I watch him separate the powder into lines and snort the

I've decided to leave the country. I'm done competing with the son my parents raised in my place. I'm done begging them to love me. But the parents who always favored him are suddenly panicking. "Bennett, why don't you fight with your brother for our attention anymore?" A week ago, an earthquake hit while we were on vacation. Dad scooped up the son they'd raised, still fast asleep, and ran for the exit. Even as Mom fled in a panic, she didn't forget to grab the stray dog he'd brought home. They flew back to Port Ellery that same night and posted more than a dozen family photos, celebrating that they'd made it out alive. Not one of them remembered me. I was their real son, and I was

Ever since I had an abortion after being raped, I've been struggling with severe depression. Five years ago, on my wedding night with Zane Gordon, his ex-girlfriend Vanessa Bailey—who hates me with a passion—abducts me, and I vanish for three whole months. When Zane and his men finally find me in a remote mountain village, I'm locked in a cellar, my belly swollen, my eyes hollow and lifeless. Zane loses his mind right then and there. After rescuing me, he stops at nothing to take revenge on everyone who hurt me. The Bailey family is destroyed overnight, and Vanessa is sent to prison to pay for her crimes for the rest of her life. For the past five years, every time I have an episode and

I asked, voice barely a whisper, trembling with guilt. I wanted him to shake his head. I wanted him to lie. But instead, his expression darkened. His hand clenched, and that was all the answer I needed. “Why?” I whispered again, already overwhelmed by the weight of it all. “Why did you save me?” I didn’t expect a response. I knew he couldn’t speak. I didn’t even know why I asked. But then… something I never expected happened. The corner of his lips tugged upward, just slightly. His cold expression softened — cracked. He was smiling.

Safey said and smiled to us. “I want the red drink!” Jeselle uttered and reached to get the red drink. “Blue!” Kriselle then added, even stretching her arm into the thin air. My bestfriend and I looked at each other and shook our heads upon their giddiness. We even laughed to ourselves, seeing how one of them almost tripped on the table because of their clumsy nature. I reached out my hand to grab the green drink. “As usual, your favorite color,” Safey commented, rolling her eyes.

“Ugh! Ugh!” Lucas’s tears continued to stream down his golden complexion. “Even in the end,” Harriet persisted. “I am dying. But you have to think this…” With tears on her face, Harriet smiled at him. “You saved me.” Lucas closed his mouth, but his shoulder moved up and down as he could feel the coldness of Harriet’s body. The bullet that shot her was right straight into her wolf’s heart. “Even if I die, please, always think that you saved me. Being with you, spending time with you, and dreaming with you are enough. I love you, Lucas. I always have, even beyond death.”

she said proudly and continued laughing endlessly. "Stop annoying me!" I growled angrily. "You need to keep calm." Kim said to me and I breathed in and out. "Davis is my hero." she groaned as she was raised up by two men. "You might be getting out now Amelia but I would get you back into this place and spill your blood all over this room."