Life Saver Story Book Novels & Stories

Hannah shouted, "That was a time-space distortion! It was a supernatural phenomenon that happened randomly! It had nothing to do with Evan!" "Do you have anything else to say, Mr. Harris? "According to our investigation, you are also involved in human trafficking. This includes Evan's mother, Mary Lynch. "Back then, in order to protect her child, Mary had no choice but to follow you to your creditors' home. Before leaving, she sent her child to an orphanage. She was sold multiple times and eventually ended up in the mountains.

"Is it possible ... Kara's family experienced that incident at one of the Savior companies?" Frank began to trace the recapitulation of Savior's daily reports. There were no extraordinary incidents, except for the incident where a child was hit by a book in the library. "This must be Louis," Frank sighed as he reviewed his encounter with the boy. “Why are their fates so unfortunate? Their parents are busy working, don't have much money, and can't even look after them well. What useless parents .…” After a brief reverie, Frank blinked. An incoming message just vibrated his phone. A second later, Wela called.

And still, I do. When I woke up in a hospital bed not too long ago to Travis sitting right next to me looking practically half-dead, I knew it. He had reminded me of a story that he had read when he was younger. It was about a boy and his dogs, but I always remember dogs. They were a boy and a girl and when one of them died, the other lost the will to live and died shortly after. When the boy went to visit the graves of his dogs, he found a red fern growing over the graves. The story was called Where the Red Fern Grows.

He’s much like me, and I am so proud of my viking for offering to help him. “You will! I would love to learn,” Jared stood, smiling excitedly at Davis. “Perfect. Let’s go.” Jared’s eyes widen in surprise, but I was grinning from ear to ear, loving this interaction. My viking is this great man, who’s willing to take in the beaten and bruised and teach them to defend themselves, to rise from the ashes of their life and take claim of it. He’s a great man, one I am lucky to have in my life. Thank God for Liv, because without her I would have never met Davis, would have never seen my brother be happy, or would never have had a little niece to dote over. Liv is this set of siblings salvation.

I cry for the orange juice at 4 AM and seventeen days of distance and the complaint filed by a man who banked on the fact that I would be too afraid to make him uncomfortable. I cry for the girl who stood in a baggage claim with a dead phone and no luggage and nowhere to go, who didn't know that six months later she would sit in an office and say I'm asking you to believe me and mean it completely. I cry for the fragments. The texture without shape. The locked room that Dr. Chen and I are slowly, carefully approaching from a direction that doesn't require kicking the door in. His arms tighten. I don't know how long we stay there.

I murmured quietly trying not to draw attention to myself. The picture in the first page of the book was Zemia, his siblings and who I assumed are his parents . I walked up to the Liberian with the book at him. “So is this fictional?!.” I asked. “No dear, it's history!.” She replied. I stared at the book in my hands “thank you!.” I told her and walked back to my seat. ^^^^ Zemia had an emergency call from Zephyr informing him about the current happenings in the underworld.

I picked up a thick book resting on a side table and sat down on a wooden chair. The title stamped in gold across the cover read: Bound To The North. My brows furrowed as I flipped it open. It didn't look like a children's book, but still, I cleared my throat and began to read anyway. The story detailed the life of a single mother who had survived the Rogue War, protecting her two young pups against impossible odds in the bitter cold. By the time I reached the fifth page, the young children had already drifted off to sleep. But when I made a move to close the book, several women surrounding my chair looked up at me, silently begging me to continue reading.

The little girl had kept talking to him, afraid he would pass out because of the injury and bleeding. "What's your name? If you don't tell me, I'll call you Luke. It's on the corner of your clothes. Is that your name?" "Luke! Don't fall asleep! If you sleep, you'll never wake up again!" "I'll tell you a story. What do you want to hear? I'm a good storyteller! Luke! Answer me!" "Luke... Luke..." The sound of the little girl calling him Luke had been ringing in his ears repeatedly throughout the years, waking him up from his dreams. The little girl had saved him. He would not have survived without her!

the taller one asked, dropping his can. “I need help. We got lost… camping. Some guy tried to.. Can you drive us to town?” They looked at each other. The shorter one nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Jesus. What the hell happened to you?” “Long story.” Mira stepped out behind me, limping. “She saved me. Please, we just need a ride.” “Get in the back,” the tall one said. “We’ll take you to Linden Creek. There's a clinic there.” I didn’t wait. I climbed into the truck bed and hauled Mira up beside me. It stank of fish and gasoline, but I didn’t care. The engine rattled to life.

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.