Novels About Survival Novels & Stories

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

What if that family is the source of a child's grief, suffering, and abuse? So, how will that child deal with and survive her torturous life, which is the source of her tears? How is that child going to shape her life and future? A family which is also the key to her life is the one breaking her apart; how can she trust people and feel secure if she cannot trust her only family and feel safe within. As the above phrase describes "Family was supposed to be my haven but it's also the place where I got my deepest heartache from" This is my story, my "Survival Journey"!

Both of them were in a great shock. “This can’t be happening! How could she is still alive!?” Lusiana was getting a headache. As the mastermind, failing was very shameful for her. She was so sure about Virginia’s death back then but the reality got her pretty good now. “Who knows. I don’t think something like dark magic and resurrection are possible. It seems like someone saved her life while she was in the sea.” Miller tried to speculate his opinion.

I chuckled as we walk back. That's right, Mikael is my half after all... Mikael I looked at Mikaela who was asleep on our bed. It was currently night time and I am about to read a book before bed. That's right, I remembered that moment too... It was night time and mother made Mikaela drink a big bottle of poison. And of course, she fell ill that I thought she would not survive... Mikaela... She's the only one I have other than my siblings...

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

“Whoever is doing this has obviously thought it out. I haven’t been able to find my cellphone during the past four hours. If Brock really didn’t take our cellphones, that means the killer or killers did.” Lexi put her hand on her head. The ideal thing to do was to call the police and wait for them until they arrived, but there was no way to contact them. Then, she remembered there was. “Wait! My computer.” “What about it?” Nicole asked. “I got Wi-Fi,” Lexi said. “Can’t we send some sort of emergency S.O.S. on Twitter or F******k to the authorities? Or ask someone on social media to call the cops for us? Or better yet, send an email to the Dallas Police Department.”

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

Two of the boys stared at me with pure hatred. Alarm shot through me. I instinctively turned to leave, but Dominic blocked the doorway. "Where are you going? You just got back. Vanessa even made chili. Put your stuff down and come eat." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the living room. She disappeared into the kitchen, then returned carrying a pot of violently bubbling red broth. My heart pounded like a drum. I remembered how, in my last life, that scalding chili had been dumped over me, burning my skin open, and the pain had been unbearable. Was I really unable to escape it again?

If it weren’t for the story, with her looks and body, would the male lead even notice her? [Exactly. I came for a sweet romance, not a crime drama.] At that moment, my grandmother rushed over as well. “Was it you who humiliated my Nia?” Before she could finish, Winson’s oppressive gaze fell on her. My grandmother had never been particularly kind to me. And yet, she was standing up for me. A fragile, unrealistic hope rose in my chest. Maybe… In this family, my grandmother cared about me too? But that fragile hope shattered almost instantly.