Long Story Short I Survived Mga Nobela at Kwento

Marvin was sweet until the night came. I did what I had to do. I survived by choosing the boys I wanted to sleep with after too many nights spent with Marvin and the men who paid to sleep with me in my foster home bed. Boys at school were clumsy but nice. Jared and his father took me in most nights. I did what I had to do. I looked HJ dead in the eye. “I didn’t get a miracle, but I fought to survive. I guess I’m doing that again or else I’ll end up dead.”

Choosing to survive. Grief combined with trauma nearly destroyed her. But family saved her. Support saved her. Time saved her. And her own strength saved her. Sofia Castellano survives. Again. Still. Always. That's her story. That's her victory. That's enough. Forever.

The title still blinked at the top of the document: Surviving the Fire: A Journey of Love and Healing. My finger hovered over the trackpad, my mind racing. This was our story, mine and Noah’s, every painful, beautiful, complicated piece of it. The thought of someone else reading these words felt like stripping my soul bare and leaving it out in the open for the world to see. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that kind of vulnerability.

“I was scared. Three years i was there. Surrounded by mountains and passed the dessert. Those three years all i wanted was to get back to you. But as the time passed, i knew the further you were” “Bullshit” I whispered as i turned away, my heart falling into a pit as i stepped away. “Bullshit” “I survived. Not on food or water because i rarely got any of those unless i trekked for a long long time. I survived for you. I survived on the thought of getting back to you but by the time the first year past, the second, the third and almost the fourth—“

He looked down at his cup and I quickly walked back to my own, welcoming the warmth against my hand. I only now realised how cold it was, but I didn’t want to use the heater unless absolutely necessary. "So, tell me, how did you survive?" He wasn’t going to drop it. Then again, he is part animal. Just like an annoying dog, he wasn’t going to stop nagging until he got what he wanted. I sighed. It wasn’t only that I didn’t want to share, I mean, it was my business and I didn’t, but more than that... It was one of the lowest points of my life... When I really did want to die. I took a deep breath and began telling him exactly what happened…

I tried to know more the safety zone. Yes. An short immediate response. I don't want to have the same fate as my aunt. She was the other woman of someone. Although they lived together and had a kid, she wasn't secured of her lovelife. I didn't mention anymore my dad who had another woman and ruined our family's life. Do I know your aunt? Sir Dan asked. Probably. She was quite famous during her younger years. Do you know the beautiful lady in Galaxy Cinema House? - . Me texting

I told her we would be home in seven days, and that she should bring Hunter back home first. A man with what Hunter had picked up at the hotel would pass it to Vera within a week. I waited. The PI sent more photos of Vera and Hunter in bed. I gritted through the disgust and saved every frame. I opened a streaming account and went live. Because of Vera's New Year's Day broadcast, my face already had attention. The chat flooded in, full of insults. I let it run for ten seconds. Then I started telling the story. "My five-year-old daughter has been physically abused by her own mother. Here's the medical record."

His reaction was hilarious, but the story is for another time. I may “forgive” them, but I can’t give them my full trust anymore. I’m still suspicious of everything. I’m just trying to be civil and focus on my survival, because obviously when I almost died, I felt no signs that I was coming back to my world. I won't risk it. As always, I was the one who stood up first. Surprisingly, they stood up without me forcing them to. It took me aback when they suddenly embraced me.

' "Because you're the only one who can clear my few doubts." 'And what are they?' "First of all who are you, how do you know Diya?" He exhaled. 'My name is Davis, her younger brother…' "You're brother? What happened to her!? Can you please tell me? From the beginning." He downed his eyes and said. 'She was a caring sister, after the divorce of our parents she decided to live alone far from all those drama. I was stuck there between the options, and I chose the third option which wasn't even in the list. I started to live with her, she was a student of history and ethics. She was part timer teacher and a receptionist of the local post office. I don't know what happened two weeks ago, she trie

"I'm okay! I'm alive!" I finally exhaled. Then I looked down at my right leg. Perfectly fine. I took a few careful steps. Both feet held steady. In my last life, Tristan panicked mid-jump and clung to me. His full weight crushed me, leaving me no chance to roll. My right leg took the impact for both of us. It shattered on contact, blood soaking the grass beneath me. Tristan landed on top of me without a scratch. I writhed on the ground in pain while he just stood there, pale and frozen.