Marley Survival Novels & Stories

I kissed him back softly despite the weakness in my body and when he finally pulled away, I blinked at him slowly. “Are we even allowed to kiss in heaven?” I asked. Aldrich actually smiled at that. “Don't be silly,” he murmured while brushing my hair away from my face. “We're not in heaven.” I stared at him blankly, confused. “What?” “We're alive, Mara.” My breath breath seized. Alive? How could he was standing like nothing had happened at all? “We survived?” I whispered in disbelief. Aldrich nodded slowly. “We did.”

I'm kind of exaggerated but who cares! Alex looked at me like I was a criminal; like it was a crime to hate marshmallows. “How… how… oh my God. How can you say marshmallows are disgusting? They’re divine…” Okay, this guy was just being dramatic. Did marshmallows save his life or something? I chuckled, amused that it was bothering him this much. "Okay, okay. I’ve heard you. Can we drop this and focus on what we’re here to do?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows and pouted like a kid who just got scolded by his mum. "I guess we can."

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

Leon Redfield. -And you must be very pretty, Marris. - Me? Forget it, I'm clumsy, I'm not good at cooking... I only know how to fight, so no one will marry me... If you want to correct mistakes, you must stand up now, time is still there, hope is still there. For seven months, Gray Danvers was forced to create an antidote or leave Marris like everyone who died at her hands. Gray Danvers stepped closer to the hospital bed and took the blonde's cold hand.

Chapter 8: Marina POV I managed to make it back to the packhouse with little issue, though it was a rather long and uncomfortable hike. Everything was wet, thanks to my bra and underwear being wet, which meant everything had chaffed on the walk back home. None of which did anything to help my mood. If anything it made me angrier and more frustrated. I was tired, I had missed dinner, and I was annoyed. The question was whether I was more annoyed with myself or with Alpha Gray…I hadn’t quite decided as I stomped through the kitchen and up the stairs to my prison cell of a bedroom.

Other survivors might be nearby; perhaps just beyond the spray of ice and fire, their voices lost to the howl of the wind and the rumbles from the ground. Nukilik banked long-term survival on the skills and training of his wife and kids, but was glad the exit had permitted enough time to snatch his Marlin from above the bed. The magazine contained four carriages. The quake had taken out the shelves along the left sidewall before he reached the living room. Belongings, including the boxes of extra ammo, had scattered everywhere. He would make do with the available loads.

"Basta, maririnig mo naman ako, ‘di ba, sa hearing device na binigay mo? I’ll press that when I’m in danger. Thank you, Anthony…" "I’ll only accept your thank you when you walk out here—alive." "Parang simpleng dinner lang..." paguudyok sa kaibigan, "I'll be fine..." At sa puntong iyon, magkahalong kaba at determinasyon ang pumuno sa dibdib ni Riva habang tumutuloy sa loob ng lugar na puno ng misteryo at panganib. "Baka nga... praning lang ako." bulong ni Riva sa sarili.

He didn't have time for my calls. "I'll do it myself," I whispered, forcing out the words. Using every ounce of strength left in me, I gripped the pen and scrawled my name. The pain was overwhelming, threatening to pull me under. As my consciousness blurred, I overheard the nurses murmuring in the background. "Marriage really is a gamble. That pregnant woman we brought in earlier had a husband who treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world." "In contrast, this one is on the verge of death, yet no one is here for her."

The air inside thickened like congealed glue—every breath felt like inhaling flames. I had left only three days' worth of food and water in the rental house. For three adults, if rationed carefully, it was just barely enough. On the first day, they cursed nonstop, slammed into doors, and tried to force their way out with brute strength. Gradually, their energy drained away. The curses broke apart into fragmented pleas and desperate repentance. Stanley: [Amelia, it's all my fault! I'm a bastard! Please spare us just this once!]

"Miss Jennifer, grab my hand!" Jennifer, who was on the verge of losing consciousness due to hypothermia, felt a strong pull. She, her father, and Marcus were successfully pulled out just a few seconds before the automatic destruction mechanism installed by Mr. Rose reached its nadir. A small explosion occurred inside the bunker, sending a pressure wave that threw them all onto the pier floor, but they survived. The situation on the pier turned into a controlled battlefield. The remnants of Marcel’s men were quickly neutralized. Marcel himself, who was trying to escape with a wound on his shoulder, was apprehended by Liam's team before he could reach the escape boat.