Komik Save Me Novels & Stories

"Darling, you always say that I'm the one who saves you, but the truth is ... you're the one who saves me." The End Lilie De Vega-Montiero ~ Lucas Nixon Montiero

The latter was even ignoring her most of the time. She just complied to the instructions provided by Calliope. She can't even refuse Zarek's assistance because he's the fighter of the team. Heinz is the tech, Logan is the sniper, Van is the doctor, and her–the thief. Although all of them can fight, but Zarek is still the deadliest among all of them. Raven was the only one who dares to snap at Zarek. She even dares to hate him. Her thoughts were cut off when her phone rang. She didn't even get to answer it because it was ended within seconds.

"If people knew that I wasn't dead why do they have to wait for almost five years before deciding to track me down? It doesn't make sense." "They weren't interested then but now they are. I think only a few people knows you’re still alive. I work for the Mexicans; people from Colombia might also have an interest on you and the one's from Somalia. These three groups have different reasons on why they need you." "Let me guess, the Mexicans and Colombians need me as leverage since my papa seems to have decided to expand his territory. The Somalian's revenge for killing most of their men, I might be dead to them for the past years but I still manage to get updated."

Kyra let out a bitter, hollow laugh that sounded more like a sob, pulling her hand back and wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "A man? Who would want me, Mia? I'm broken. No one wants a girl like me—damaged goods, always flinching, always hiding. I'd just drag them down." Mia's expression turned thoughtful, her brow furrowing as she considered her words. "That's exactly why I think you need this. Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but I have an idea. There's this place I work at part-time as a waiter. It's... underground. Not your typical bar. It's a BDSM spot, super exclusive. Members only. And before you freak out, hear me out."

His family left him dead, because of poverty while heavily sick. I was chasing a rogue that time when I noticed his presence on the cold ground in a dilapidated building, with the cape wrapped around his tiny body, his sole protection against the cold— the only act of kindness shown to him. "Save me," the young Darius said. I was about to go on set on leaving him dead. A few minutes at that time, he would die a couple of seconds from that time. But as his tears flowed from his tired eyes, I muttered a curse and lifted his small body, and brought him to the palace.

And before I knew it gravity was pulling me down. ****** who do you think will save her? a) Blake b) Max- the wolf c) Security Guard Let me know your choices in the comments below. Have a great day cutie pies 😘😘

Then she said, very softly: "What kind of man does that?" "The best kind," Aria whispered. "The kind I don't deserve. The kind I'll never have again." "Oh, Aria." Mei's eyes filled with tears. "What have you done?" "I saved you, Mama. That's what I did. I saved you." "At what cost? Your happiness? Your future? Your heart?" "It doesn't matter. You're alive. That's all that matters." "Baby, if my life costs you yours, then what's the point?" Mei squeezed her hand with surprising strength. "You think I want to live knowing you destroyed yourself to save me?"

Metal in dirt, the worst sound in the world. We hit the coffin lid. Luca pried it open with the shovel edge. Corey lay there, pale and wrong, wrapped like someone who left mid-breath. A folded envelope sat on his chest. Frankie snatched it with muddy thumbs and tore it open. Inside was a glossy photo of me outside the bar the night it burned. Marco had written across my face in red marker: SAINTS DIE FIRST. Under it was Spot’s tag, blackened and bent. My heart sank. Frankie put the tag in my palm like he was handing me a bullet. Luca stared down at Corey and looked like a man who wanted to start a war by himself.

They swarmed my desk like two hyperactive birds. Maya nudged my shoulder with her elbow, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Look at that," she whispered loudly. "One dose of Dr. Jovan and the clouds disappear. You’re glowing, Eve." Stella crossed her arms, nodding with mock gravity. "The Prince of Project Ops delivers the news, and the damsel is saved from her gloom. It’s like a Hallmark movie, but with better suits." I let out a huff, trying to look annoyed as I clicked my mouse to reopen my inbox. I couldn't stop the grin from tugging at my lips, though.

But he knew it. The silver dolphin. The worn metal. The small scratch near the tail. A memory surfaced instantly. Rain. Floodwater. A frightened boy. A young girl kneeling beside him. Holding that exact keychain. Damien bent slowly. His fingers closed around it. His heartbeat became uneven. No. That wasn't possible. The keychain belonged to the girl who saved him. The girl he believed was Lily. So why— "Give it back." Aria's voice cut through his thoughts.