Long Story Short I Survived Novels & Stories

"Damian, a lot happened over the last four years. My first year over there, I heard a group of Corvians was trapped in an air strike, so I ran straight into a hot zone to look for you. "A bomb went off right next to me. I lost 60% of the hearing in my left ear. Did you ever bother to ask about that?" Damian froze, his eyes dropping to my scarred earlobe. "My second year looking for you, I took a bullet to the leg. I had to crawl out of the trenches on my hands and knees because I refused to die in a ditch over there. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again," I continued. "Over the last four years, I've survived countless injuries. I nearly died multiple times, and the only reas

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.

I say quietly, needing to talk about anything normal to extend this moment out before the guilt crashes back in full force. He lets out a low chuckle that vibrates right through my ribs. “Dumb college move. I was twenty one and thought I was hot shit, king of the mountain.” He sighs “Caught an edge, and slammed straight into a tree. I broke my collarbone, a couple ribs, spent forever in a sling looking like an idiot.” His hand comes up and covers mine, guiding my fingertip along the whole length of it. “Little Jane was always curious about the scar, until I told her how I got it.” His voice goes all fond and faraway, and I feel that pebble drop in my stomach again.

I was twenty-six years old back then, and I'd say that life was free of so many problems, albeit it was a few months to mother's passing. I couldn't remember the most of it, but one thing I was never going to cease to remember was that I survived. I almost burnt down the whole apartment building. When I narrated it to my then friends, they were like oh, they were just fucking pancakes. It wasn't that easy!

They were completely out of words on how to explain the miracle that happened to me upon waking up from my coma. Upon waking up from coma, I was the talk of the town in the hospital. Everyone knew my story and I was called the Miracle Surfer due to the freakish accident and how I managed to stay be awakened from a severe injury and managed to be alive after being announced ten minutes dead. I had no idea how it happened but news was spreading fast and a lot of news reporters were outside the hospital who weren’t allowed to enter since the media were banned by my father to enter.

I still stiffen at his harsh warning, his threat but the hurt leaves me. He is right, I am just a beggar. We don't get heroes like Zero. “I understand!” I whisper enough for him to hear and leave his room. I'm not weak, I'm not strong either, I'm a survivor. I’ve lived through hunger for years until my body didn't crave a meal for two days. I've became resilient to embarrassment when I was left naked for weeks until a lady gave me her clothes from her packet with the tags on, only to see me a few days later and charge me for stealing.

His body shifts back in the chair, as though distance might steady him. “It turns out you didn’t save my life,” I tell him, voice light, almost teasing. “You just bought me a little more time.” His breathing falters. The color drains from his face. “I… I don’t understand.” I lean back, folding my arms. “I was knocked around with a bat, stabbed, and had my house lit on fire. In a very stupid attempt at survival, I thought drowning myself in a bathtub was a genius move. Spoiler: it wasn’t. I nearly succeeded. All that trauma left me broken.”

It had been a long time since anyone had called me that so gently. But that one word steadied me. I began to quietly process everything the comments had told me. So, I was the female lead in a runaway pregnancy story. After that night, I would get pregnant, drop out of school, and leave the city I had lived in for nineteen years without telling anyone. Six years later, I would return with a pair of genius twins. In the end, through my son and daughter’s matchmaking, I would meet Winson Cooper, grow close to him, and eventually marry him.

I looked at him, anticipating his next words. “I see a woman who survived everything they threw at her.” His voice was gentle. “They framed you. You endured prison. They tried to ruin your company. You built an empire. They tried to kill you. You survived. They exposed your past.” He smiled faintly. “And yet they still couldn't destroy you.” My vision blurred. No one…when I said no one, I mean no one had ever described my life that way. Not as endless suffering but as proof that I had survived.

To get me out of the way for Simon Luther, the man who steals my position as heir of the Luther family, the three young women my dad took in as children and raised alongside me work together to send me to prison. "Once you get out of jail, one of us will marry you—but on one condition. You'd better take this secret to the grave." To stop me from revealing the truth, the three women even fed me a drug that rendered me mute. As the years go by, the endless and inhumane torment I endure in prison slowly destroys what feelings and affection I have for the three women I once considered my sisters. When we meet again, I watch impassively as the three of them fight to win the auction that gives