Long Story Short I Survived Mga Nobela at Kwento

The bullet leaving the chamber. Ciro jumping. The red flower blooming on his chest. He took a bullet for me. He died for me. And I survived. I survived the debt. I survived the mansion. I survived the hit. I am a survivor. And this... this thing inside me... it is a survivor too. It survived the stress. It survived the malnutrition. It survived the violence. It clung to the wall of my womb while I was running for my life. It is tough. It is stubborn. It is a Vitale.

Not imagining things that aren’t there. Not turning a few confusing moments into a fantasy. I know how this story ends. I’ve lived versions of it before. The girl hopes. The guy doesn’t. The girl gets hurt. The guy moves on. Simple. Predictable. Painful. A long breath leaves my lungs. “Two weeks.” That’s all. Fourteen days. Then Mom comes home. Then life goes back to normal. I can survive fourteen days. I have survived worse. I just need to remember one thing.

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.

Davis alone in the room sighed and said to himself, 'I wish I could save her, I wished…' Jenny came inside the room with two bowls of noodles in her both hands, she put both the bowls on the table near the bed. "How's your head now? Is it still hurting?" 'What do you think? I was hitted by that pole with a good speed, it's really the worst experience.' "Why did you try to steal me?" 'I had no choice, I'm homeless and obviously unemployed.' Jenny thought for a second and said. "Now you have both, kid." 'I don't get it?' "If you want to live a good life and want to choose right for you, you must help me in order to survive. We'll find out together the reason why your sister and my husband died

"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.

"Over the last four years, I've survived countless injuries. I nearly died multiple times, and the only reason I woke up was because of you." My voice was calm as I added, "Damian, while you were busy punishing me, I was going through hell. So, tell me, do you want to hear about the rest of it?" Damian's eyes welled with tears. A heavy silence fell over the guests, the crowd visibly shaken by what I said. Damian opened his mouth, stammering for an answer, but Camille interrupted him with a bellow. "Oh, please! Stop playing the victim. You did it for fame and the prize money. You were so obsessed with your little award that you left children to die in those war zones. In the end, you got your

We survived. But the story isn’t over yet. ***

She looked breathtaking in the pictures, tanned and positively glowing, almost like she came back from a holiday. Chase, however, came back in a wheelchair. Mason hoped he suffered and that his injury was permanent. Why didn’t he die? He survived the plane crash, got kidnapped by pirates, for god’s sake – pirates of all things, and to top it off, managed to overpower them and came back a fucking hero! He threw the empty glass across the dining room. It shattered against the wall.