Love Surviv Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How can you be so selfish? The bunker was built with money we all put in! What right do you have to take it all for yourself? Come out and get us! Now!" I let out a soft laugh. "Why the rush? The safe's key and the address of the bunker are both inside. And the password—you already know it, don't you?" From the other end came frantic rummaging sounds, mixed with barely restrained delight. "Found it! We found it!" Leisurely, I leaned back on the sofa and switched to the surveillance feed of the safe. I watched as the three of them crowded around the safe, entering the password. Their faces bloomed with the wild joy of survivors spared from disaster.

Slowly he moved one of my hands to his throat and I understood what he wanted. I continued to kiss him a few seconds longer before ripping his throat out. He fell back away from me breaking the kiss and I felt like everything around me was breaking. I dropped what had been his larynx and stared at his now lifeless body. I began to wail and sob, I could no longer hold it back. Before I knew it though a pair of strong, warm and loving arms wrapped around me. I turned and burried my face in Dominics chest. "Shhh I'm here baby, it's ok. It's over now, he can't hurt you or anyone else ever again ok?"

I had shattered the overhead light fixture and driven the jagged shards straight through his throat. At that moment, my daughters had cried out, "Mom!" Then, I was swallowed by endless darkness. I didn’t know what would happen to them after something like that… until, in that pitch-black void, I saw two faintly glowing figures ahead of me. It was them. Just like me… they were dead. Overwhelmed with grief and fury, tears of blood streaming down my face, I demanded to know what I had done to deserve this. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vanessa was about to bring her four children to my home.

Amara’s POV After a week, it was finally time to travel. Victoria had booked our plane tickets to New York, and I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Nicole would be coming along too. I couldn’t have been happier. Living with them over the past week had allowed us to build a beautiful bond, and Victoria’s mother had been incredibly kind and thoughtful. She had helped me open up about the loss of my baby—a topic I hadn’t been able to talk about with anyone else. Knowing she had experienced the same kind of grief made it easier to share.

“Something like that. He… he’s intense.” Alex laughed softly. “Intense doesn’t even begin to cover it. Everyone reacts differently. Some break immediately. Some bend but keep their wits. And then… there’s the rare few who survive.” She gave me a pointed look. “Survive is good, by the way.” I blinked at her, a little stunned. “Survive?” “Yeah. Survive means you didn’t give him what he wanted. You stood your ground. You weren’t… toyed with.”

It streamed down not because of mourning, but it's all about Alpha Leo. His eyes are now opened. He was slowly moving from the bed, looking at us. “L-Leo?” Luna Zarina blurted, running to his husband's direction. “You're alive, Leo. You survive!” The happiness from Luna's voice is just obvious, making me smile. I thought I already failed and I never saved his life. But I was wrong. Alpha Leo was able to survive his deadly illness and now, he looks fine. His strength has returned. “What happened to me? Why am I still alive?” Alpha Leo asked between his tears.

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’..”

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.

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

Victorious, and yet standing there before them all, I realized something quietly devastating. Victory did not erase grief. My children were still dead. Shay was still dead. James was still dead. Madam Lavinge was gone forever. There were wounds triumph could not heal. Still… I smiled, because despite everything, I had survived long enough to reclaim myself. Nico squeezed my shoulder gently from beside me while Diane wiped tears from her face. “You did it,” she whispered. No. We did it. But before I could answer, one of the elders leaned close toward me carefully.