Long Story Short I Survived Novels & Stories

It'll only be a matter of surviving. And I'm a survivor, aren't I? I'm such a terrible liar.

That was his version of agreeing with them. Something inside me cracked. "Stop it." All three of them looked up. "Stop treating me like I'm made of glass. I'm pregnant, not dying. I have been kidnapped, beaten, chased, shot at, and nearly killed more times than I can count. I survived Travis. I survived Lana. I survived Vance's people. I survived everything that has been thrown at me since this started and I did it while standing right next to all of you." Nobody answered.

When he returned to the chalet, a pot of hot soup, a plate of mashed potatoes, and two white porcelain bowls were on the table. Finn happily waved, "Come here for breakfast." Uri sat down at the table, marveling at Finn's cooking. "You're so good. If it were me, this soup wouldn't be edible." "I had no place to live, always had to run away. I would have died long ago if I couldn't care for myself." Finn scooped up a bowl of soup and set it down in front of Uri. "You eat it, and I'll teach you how to survive in the forest."

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

After three days I felt I was beginning to go mad. I wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the fact that I was kept in almost complete darkness or if it was due to me worrying about my pack and their safety. I knew Elstan wouldn't really hurt anyone, or at least I hoped not. Between that and the lack of food and sleep I was longing to be out of this cell. I decided the best thing I could do for my own survival and for the survival of my friends and my pack would be to give in to Elstan.

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.

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…

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.

I looked at the table and not at him because looking at him while saying this was going to cost more than I had available right now. “I am tired of the worst parts of my life being content. Of people reading about my father’s hospital bills and deciding something about who I am.” My voice was even but thin. The kind of evenness that was one thing away from not being even anymore. “I did not choose any of those months. I did not choose to be desperate. I did not choose to be Adrian’s ex or the woman in the back of a registry hall or the person with the unpayable bills.” I pressed my hands flat against the table. “I just survived them. And someone took the surviving and turned it into a story