Post Apocalyptic Romance Books Novels & Stories

, she asked her. " I called because I have bad news and good news." She said while her voice sounded crack. Lucy panic. "Don't tell me, they escape again?", she asked Eloisa. "Nope. Bad news, we can't go because... the good news is I'm four months pregnant!", she said and Lucy scolded Eloisa for making her nervous and excited because another baby is coming because she's one month pregnant too. *** Note: Revenge is not the answer to heal a broken heart. Love still prevail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~

Joy: yes you were invited, don't forget to go cherry: of course hunter: of course there are foods Zane: Dead hungry Cherry: such a pg seen by all Bryle joy: go to my wedding 3months from now bryle: okay congrats! joy: thank you When I finished replying to them, I fell asleep again because I was so tired. A/N: sorry for the wrong grammars

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

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"Honey, why don't we invite Gray inside to talk?" Tristan finally came to his senses and quickly said, "Gray, let's go inside. It's too cold out here." Ray nodded. The group then headed into a nearby building. As they walked, Tristan introduced the woman beside him. "That was my wife, Diana Frances. We were originally a couple before the apocalypse. After it hit, we decided to get married so we could take better care of each other in this chaotic world." Before the disaster, their hometown association had numbered in the thousands. Now, only a little over thirty remained. Most had been killed by the Jayzepanese—or reduced to food.

“But you stay focused. No heroics. Lila is priority. Then Caleb.” The ride out was fast. Silent. No jokes. No banter. Just the cold, brutal focus of men going to war. The rumble of their bikes filled the pre-dawn air. Each growl a promise of vengeance. The slaughterhouse loomed ahead. Black against the fading night. Windows shattered, like vacant eyes. Rust streaked the walls like dried blood. It reeked of decay, a perfect lair for a monster. Jax dismounted, gun in hand. His gaze swept the grim structure.

And when they arrived, Nina would be waiting, ready to welcome them into her dark embrace, forever entwined in the haunting cycle of horror and lust. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

Christine was armor—cold, hard, never letting me inside. Not that I gave her a reason to. I told myself I could live with the distance. Said marriage was a compromise. Settling. Doing the right thing even if it costs you. Lying here now, I know better. Ashley doesn't keep me out. She lets me close—even when she swears she hates me. Especially then. Her fire cuts through everything and drags up the parts of me I tried to bury once I became president. And I can't decide if that makes her my salvation... or the most dangerous addiction I've ever had.