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.

She handed me some tissues and gave me a gentle smile. “Would you like to know what I believe would be the most likely outcome of that interaction?” I nodded. “I believe that you might feel a rush of emotions, but not all of them will be negative. I believe that you will embrace the strength that you’ve found through this new life with your mates, which will help you remember what you’re fighting for. You’re fighting for your future, but you’re also fighting to take back control from your oppressors. Because, Luna Ziyah, that is what a survivor does. You are indeed a survivor. You’re also not weak because a weak person wouldn’t have the strength to pull themselves up off the ground and fight

Day six. The blizzard had lightened, but the killing continued. [System Alert: Phase 2 is nearing its end.] [Current Survivors: 3] [Ava, Liam, Chloe] I looked at the notification, a little surprised. Liam was still alive? I checked the monitors and saw the carnage in the generator room. Tom and Linda’s bodies were mangled on the floor, but Liam was gone. His teleport ability had saved his life at the last second.

“Still check door sometimes. Still dream about knock. But now I get garden. I get family visit—sister, niece, even papa soften small. I get Liam. I get this room, these people.” He looked around the circle. “If you dey here, you survive something big. That already mean you strong. But surviving no be the end. Living na the hard part. Loving again na harder. But e possible. Small-small. One day at a time.” Priya nodded. “Thank you, Chino. That was powerful.” People clapped soft. One woman—Maria from Venezuela—wiped her eyes. “You give me hope,” she said. After, in the hallway, Liam pulled Chino close. “Proud of you.”

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

Although we lived in a villa that was located in the remote suburbs, we weren't exempted from the outages. Many survivors died of starvation and thirst despite not being infected by the zombie virus. In my previous life, I had seen far too many people who died from zombie attacks just because they needed to venture out in search of water. That was why I needed to ensure that I had stocked up enough water. Soon, my car was filled with more than a dozen water cooler bottles and boxes of mineral water. Packs of toilet rolls were stuffed in the cracks as well. It didn't take long for me to drive home with my latest haul.

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.