Long Story Short I Survived Novels & Stories

She set everything down. "You survived being kidnapped by a psychopath." "Fair." "You survived the media." "Also fair." "And most importantly..." She pointed dramatically. "You survived living with me." I snorted. "That one was definitely the hardest." Greta gasped. "You wound me." A few moments later we were seated together. Glasses raised. "To surviving." "To surviving," I echoed. The glasses clinked together. For a while we sat there in comfortable silence. The apartment felt warm. Safe.

Alex said while lowering his eyes to his stomach. "That we are." David learned to plant a kiss on his forehead. "And you know what!" Alex looked up and saw David looking at him with all the adoration and love in his eyes. He always melts under his gaze. "We only think that we won't survive if anything happens that is out of our imagination, like after the accident, like without parents, like without a shelter. But we do, we fight for it and in the end, we survive. Just like we did. After everything was taken from us, we fought our way out of that darkness and found our way to live." David replied and Alex can swear that he saw that blink of proudness in David's eyes. And why won't he be prou

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I am a survivor. That’s what I keep telling myself every single morning I wake up, look into the mirror, and force my reflection to meet my gaze. My reflection doesn’t always believe me. Some days, the woman staring back at me looks tired, fractured, and weighed down by memories she has no business carrying anymore. But I am Sierra Morgan. I survived Logan Hart. I survived Liam Foster. And if life thinks it can throw more at me—I’ll survive that too.

She started other fires as another song came on and she sang along with a portion of it “…I’m a survivor..I’m not gon give up…I’m not gon stop…I’m gonna work harder…I’m a survivor…I’m gonna make it…I will survive….keep on survivin’….after all of the darkness and sadness…soon comes happiness…If I surround myself with self and positive things..I’ll gain prosperity…I’m a survivor..I’m not gon give up…I’m not gon stop…I’m gon work harder…I’m a survivor…I’m gonna make it.. I will survive…keep on survivin’..”

I'd been stupid. "I'm not that person anymore," I said. "I can see that." Something in his expression shifted. "You're stronger now. Harder." "I had to be." "Tell me what happened," he said. "After the fall. How did you survive?" I didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to relive those terrifying moments in the water, the cold certainty that I was dying, the shock of waking up in Fatima's house weeks later. But maybe he needed to know. Maybe it mattered.

HELENA Pain surged through my body as I tried to sit up and get myself off the ground. The pain was sharp and sudden. Chasing away the last traces of weakness I had. Along with it, the hope of survival. In my condition, it didn’t matter what I did. I couldn’t fight my way through what was coming. I gritted my teeth and tried pushing myself off the ground again.

Recalling everything he'd done to Sylvie, Connor nearly drowned under his remorse. Just then, Anna abruptly found him. "Connor Shaw! Just how long do you plan on carrying on with this spectacle?" It was her first time screaming his full name. Looking up, Connor noticed Anna's tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes. In the past, he would've immediately hugged her out of tender concern, but now, the only one he could think of was Sylvie. He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…"

Can’t speak. “Abuja. Eight years ago. I was twenty-nine. Still climbing. A deal went bad,very bad. Someone I trusted decided I was worth more dead than alive. Slipped into my hotel room at 2 a.m. Kitchen knife. I woke up when the blade was already in.” My stomach turns over. “He didn’t expect me to fight back. I didn’t expect to survive. But I did. Barely. Three weeks in ICU. Six months of physio. And every day since then I’ve made sure no one ever gets that close again.”

I flinch on instinct and tighten my fists. My heart pounds in my ear. Slowly, I feel his fingers lift my top higher. My bra snaps free next. A lump solidifies in my throat. I bury my face in the sofa, nails digging into my palms as I pray silently. I’ll die if he goes further than this. Warm liquid tickles my skin. It stops. He touches the small of my back and questions softly, “What’s this scar?” “Um, proof of survival…” “Survival?” “I survived a car accident w-when I was seven. It was a really bad one… my parents said they thought I’d died.”

"YOU'RE LUCKY to have been able to survive that fall young lady" the first time I heard those words from the doctor was the first time that I actually started believing that life was in no way fair. Nobody wanted me, my parents sure as hell didn't and now even death didn't. I was truly unwanted. Infact I was still wondering how I managed to survive the fall from my room window. Though I had a lot of broken bones and almost all my ribs were broken, I was still sadly very much alive. Was this some kind of sick joke or what?!