Lone Survivor Mga Nobela at Kwento

Buried in a memorial service in Geneva after a private plane went down over the Atlantic with no survivors and no wreckage ever recovered. Standing in the door of a Syndicate gunship above a sinking oil rig in a Cuban storm. I looked at the brothers. I had seen these men face a burning building, a corrupt commissioner, and a mercenary kill squad without flinching. I had never seen this. Lucian had stopped moving entirely, his weapon half-raised, his face doing something I could not name because it required a vocabulary of devastation I did not have. Gavin made a sound. Low and involuntary. The sound of something structural giving way.

“…someone kept working.” Luna stood near the window. Looking over the city. She hadn’t expected to remember this much. The training hall. The obstacle courses. The instructors. The pain. The loneliness. Children competing to survive, friends disappearing overnight. Nobody was asking questions. Nobody was crying, because crying wasted energy. She remembered one face. A boy, always smiling, always joking, and always faster than everyone else. His codename had been— Her eyes widened. “No…” Alexander noticed instantly. “What?” Luna slowly turned. “There was another survivor.”

The jagged edges of the rods sliced through my skin and blood dripped slowly. I felt woozy. My eyes were too weak to open. The cold floors froze my knees but I couldn't get up, I couldn't yell, I couldn't even think. So I stayed quiet, listening to the voices in the distance. They were faint but I could still tell that my name has been mentioned a few times. Or at least, the name they gave me. “Should we bring the breeder now?” One asked. “Wait a little more, she is next.” The other replied.

Leslie didn't bother to check her revolver, she took her Bowie knife and strapped it by her left leg. "Alright everyone let's move. In three hours, it's gonna get dark, so we should all know we have only two hours inside. And please, one more thing, we walk in groups of three at all times. Even when you wanna take a piss, do not go alone. Ezra, Hayley and Claire are in Team A. Dane, Larry and Helena are Team B. Joseph, Emma and Alec are Team C. Now for your escorts in the need of you needing one, ask Agt. Callum or Leslie or me." Mr. Daniels said.

"Broken and Abused Was left to suffer; Cried and Begged to Be Loved and Cared for" Ashma Rauniyar ******************************* I was broken; I was abused; I was left to suffer on my own; I kept on crying and begging to be loved; to be cared but no one heard my plea of songs. I was left alone to fight; alone to survive; alone to fight with my worst nightmares; left alone to fight the depression. I was left alone by my own family to die.

Alone. I could hear my breathing as it comes out fast. I'm scared but I feel like this is the only way to escape. To stop the madness that is creeping on me. The terror gripped me. I no longer want to live. I cannot see myself walking this earth anymore as life has repaid me nothing but sorrow, pain, and endless melancholy. I gave everything into the universe, all the love, joy, and hard work that I can do, I gave my life my all, but it failed me. I failed me. I was not designed to be amongst the living. I do not deserve to live anymore. The bubbly, happy girl is gone. All I am is a pathetic lost soul. Hollow and wretched I walk every day of my life unable to find meaning in what I do. I do

She smiles and says,"My child, my beautiful child, you may call me selene, and you have already made me proud. You and your pack will help your team and do everything you can to save the world, not just wolves are at risk with this. I need you and the team to put everything you've got into this. I've taken too much of your time tonight. Brianna may think you're dead she's been trying to wake you for an hour. You may tell her and anyone you trust about me the people you know now will be part of your life forever and can be trusted beyond a doubt. I will see you again in the future I'm sure I hope till then you live the life you we're deprived of as a child and I can't wait to see what you wil

“I want every detail—where they were, who they spoke to, even what they had for breakfast if necessary. No surprises, Lorenzo.” “Understood, Boss,” Lorenzo replies, hesitating before adding, “But… there’s something else.” I exhale sharply, the weight of the situation pressing on me. “Spit it out.” “There’s a survivor,” he says carefully. “He’s critical, but he might make it. We’ve got him at the safehouse.” My pulse quickens. A survivor means answers—or a loose end. “I want him alive,” I state firmly, though I doubt he’ll survive long enough to tell me much.

I was the happiest woman alive, I wished to relive the night over and over and over again till eternity. If we spent the night together, it only meant he saw me as his mate, and he was also in love with me, right? That was why he could not resist the temptation because he craved for my body the same way I craved for his. I looked at the bruises on my arms, it was all worth it. But my smile faded when Lucian was nowhere to be found. I looked side to side, expecting to see him on the other side, but I was well aware from the time I had awoken that I was alone.

Survivor. Was. Past tense. Because now I'm nothing. Then, from somewhere impossibly far away, I hear a voice. Nathan's voice. "Pulse negative. Respiration ceased. Subject One is clinically dead." Other voices now. Soldiers. Scientists. All talking at once. "Confirm vitals." "No heartbeat detected." "Neural activity flatlined." "Get Dr. Rodriguez. Now." The voices fade. I'm drifting. Sinking deeper into the nothing. Is this what Elena felt? When they were harvesting her? This emptiness? This absence of everything?