Reasons To Stay Alive Book Novels & Stories

Because at the end of the day, when the doors closed and the noise faded and the weight of the Pack stayed outside where it belonged… It was just him. Still recovering. Still fighting. Still alive. And me. Still here. Still refusing to leave. Still choosing, every single day, to stay exactly where I was. Not because of what they thought. Not because of what it looked like. But because somewhere along the line, without meaning to, without planning to, without even allowing myself to fully acknowledge it… His survival had become something I couldn’t walk away from. And maybe that was what they were seeing.

“So what you’re saying is… if we do this wrong, you die. If we do it right, you live—but everything changes.” I turned back toward her. “Yes. And there’s another part no one likes to talk about.” She met my gaze. “Which is?” “You don’t just survive the turning because you want revenge,” I said softly. “You survive because you have something anchoring you. Something human. If not… you don’t come back the same.” Mae swallowed. “So if I ever did this… if you did this… you’d need a reason that isn’t just hate.” I nodded. “Hate burns too fast. It doesn’t last centuries.”

“So why keep me alive? Why keep Paul alive… If you want us dead just stop this and kill us already.” The bastard gave her a half smile when she said that. “You want to die?” Her entire body went cold at his question. “I did ask you… Remember all those weeks ago? I asked you if you wanted to live…” “I don’t want to die… It’s just… I don’t understand why you are keeping me around?” “Well, let’s just say that your brother is the reason you are still breathing. The fact that he knows that you are here with me… Under my rule… The fact the knows that I know who you are… That’s why I’m keeping you alive.”

"He only hit people when he lost his temper and couldn't find a solution. He didn't want both my sister in danger and me. Because for him, I am his biological son. Therefore, I cannot let my sister suffer injustice." Finn is worried. "You want to go there? Do you know that's going to die?" Uri opens his backpack, takes the ancient golden book, takes off the book's last page, and gives it to Finn. "Please keep this map; it is a living hope for many people. I live or die doesn't matter. The important thing is that you save everyone so that they don't live in the mountain cave anymore." "You… you decided to go there?" Finn reached out his trembling hands and took the map from Uri's hand.

Thinking of this, I wiped away my tears. Suppressing the emotions in my chest, I carefully warned them again and again. "Mom, Dad, listen to me and stay home. Wait for me. Don't go out or read anything online. After today, I'll clear my name. I won 80 million in the lottery, and for the rest of our lives, the three of us will use that money to travel the whole country and live happily." Mom tried to say something, but I hung up before she could finish. At a time like this, not explaining was the best explanation.

Please. Just stay alive.

She shrugs, then, with one final gentle squeeze of my hand, she gets up and walks to the door. “You should take the time to think. I’ll leave you to it and keep them out for some time.” With that, she leaves me alone with my thoughts. Why do I want to keep living? Who do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? Or better yet, Why don’t I want to keep living? Who don’t I want to live for? What don’t I have to live for? To live or not to live?

I could feel his shameless stares but I did not say anything. “Are you okay?” I paused. Am I okay? Yes! I am. When Dan was chasing me, I could only think of one thing. Survive. Surviving in spite of the great danger waiting for me. I know now that treasuring my own life is one of the most important things in this world. My daughter needs me. My patients need me. There are people who want me to survive in spite of the pain and suffering this world has given me. My dad, my daughter, Tyler, my aunt and uncle, my cousin, my patients. They all want me to survive. I still haven't fulfilled my purpose, that's why I should continue living.

"When I was younger, I used to think survival was enough." She looked at him. His gaze remained fixed on the chamber below. "I thought if people stayed alive, everything else could wait." There was no bitterness in his voice. Only reflection. "And now?" He was quiet for several seconds. "Now I think people need reasons to live." The statement settled gently between them. Because it was true. Survival mattered. But meaning mattered too. Memory. Connection. Belonging. Those things transformed existence into life. Below them, Kaelis addressed a gathering of scholars near the central platform.

"I'm saying your reasoning is flawed. If we're going to have rules, let's base them on something that actually matters. Balance. Sustainability. Self-preservation. Not some misguided attempt to be the good guys in a story that doesn't have heroes." Blackwell opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked like a fish gasping for air. "The only reason we don't drain every human we meet isn't because of empathy," I continued. "It's because we need them alive. Dead humans don't reproduce. Dead humans don't maintain the infrastructure we depend on. Dead humans don't keep our existence secret from the masses who would try to destroy us if they knew what we really were." I could see him struggling, tr