Love Surviv Novels & Stories

“Not like that.” Lira trembled. “I can’t lose you.” His expression softened painfully. “Yes, you can.” The words shattered her. But Kael kept speaking anyway. “Humans lose people.” Silence. “We always do.” Tears streamed down Lira’s face now. “And we survive anyway.” The abyss went still. Because this….this was the truth it had never understood. Loss did not erase love. Pain did not erase meaning. Kael’s breathing weakened further. “But surviving isn’t betraying the people we love.”

I flashed her a small smile as we moved. “I understand… let’s just get through this.” She said. “Hang in there.” It was Rick’s voice next as he clasped his own palm around my other arm and we walked out through the wrought gate with the others. My gaze diverted to where Stella’s body and blood had been with last night’s memory still so fresh in my mind. For some reason, I was going to miss her each time I thought of her. “We survived two games so far, we can survive two more.” Kim shook me.

To Mateo Fernandez, living in truth and love. From Beverly Williams, abused and silenced. To Beverly Fernandez, healed and speaking. From Marco the unborn, surviving poison and trauma. To Marco the five-year-old, thriving in peace and safety. Three survivors. One family. Endless future. Finally, truly happy. THE END.

Thunder booms overhead in a weak attempt to deny my words. “Life after life, a part of me will always survive. I will always go on. And there is no piece of me that won’t love them for all eternity. I’ve tied myself to Darius, Vastian, and Khael—and this love, this bond, is limitless.”

Not after what had been lost and reclaimed. “Every survivor deserves to be heard,” I said into the microphone, eyes scanning the audience but seeking no particular face. “Every person who has been silenced, controlled, or abused deserves the chance to reclaim their life. It is not courage that defines us, it is resilience. And it is our right to live without fear, to love without chains, to protect what we hold dear.” Applause erupted. I allowed myself a fleeting smile. The weight of recognition was still strange, still heavy, but it was tempered by a deeper joy, the knowledge that Sophie’s laughter, her safe bedtime, and the future we were building could now exist without the constant shado

He held Rob tighter, his brother’s feverish heat seeping through his own clothes. For a while, the only sounds were the groan of the suspension, the crunch of tires on broken asphalt, and Rob’s tortured breathing. Kira, the girl with the fiery spirit, sat huddled with a younger boy named Leo, her arm around him, her eyes wide and fixed on the two brothers. The other survivors—a quiet man named David and a woman named Sarah—stared into the middle distance, their spirits broken.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

I had no one left. After I was diagnosed with cancer, my relatives stopped visiting, my parents slowly accepted that I might not survive, and the man I had been dating disappeared. Dante was the only person who stayed. He sold what little he had, paid for my treatment, and made me believe that love could survive anything. That belief had carried me through ten years of pain. During treatment, I kept working remotely under Professor Evelyn Shaw. Her closed medical research project accepted only a few doctoral candidates each year. She had asked me more than once to join after my recovery, but I kept refusing because I did not want to leave Dante.

“I want to know who is loyal to him, who has access to his information, and who could discover that I'm alive.” Dominic nodded slowly, but his expression remained serious. “Then we'll watch them too. But once we start collecting information, nobody makes a careless move.” I understood immediately. “If Adrian notices something unusual, he'll start looking for the reason,” he continued. “And if he finds even one connection leading back to you, the advantage you have disappears.” I didn't argue because I knew he was right. My survival depended on Adrian believing I was still dead. Ryder had been quiet throughout the conversation, but he finally spoke when I mentioned how much work I intended to

she assured as she left the resuscitation room. I felt a whirlwind of emotions engulf me. I struggled to think clearly. The whole room seemed to spin around me. This couldn’t be happening. I froze. It was Chris, my Chris…. My Biology lecturer from Junior College. All of a sudden I blanked. My first real case, and it had to be someone I knew. A professor I had a crush on in my younger days. In all honesty, it hadn’t just been a crush. He had been the only person to truly capture my heart and I’d been crushed when he suddenly disappeared out of my life. He had undoubtedly been the only person I had ever been in love with, before Jason came along.