Reasons To Stay Alive Book Novels & Stories

Not with a baby on the way. Still, for the first time in a long time, I have some thing worth fighting for. Someone worth protecting. A reason to survive.

Her phone chimed against the counter. The sound cut through the stillness, scattering Laura’s thoughts like startled birds. She ignored it. Ignoring things, especially small urgent things, had become an art form for her lately. The yogurt smelled fine. She dipped a spoon in, scraping at the pale surface, her tongue prickling with anticipation and a touch of dread. That was how people died, probably. Not dramatically. Not by shipwreck or murder or some glamorous Victorian illness. They stood alone in an apartment kitchen, sniffed at questionable dairy, said "eh," and made a terrible decision.

I have to make a decision here. Do I stay miserable in this world, or do I take a chance at another life? It's an obvious choice! Of course, I'll live life in another world! The world I live in no longer has anything to offer! It's the only practical and logical choice anyway. Staying in this room is like staying in a den of starving lions. I have a zero percent chance of surviving, and meanwhile, taking the voice's offer has a one percent chance of survival. Even if it's improbable, it's better than nothing.

Lars chuckled and shook his head again. “Leda, if you come with me there won’t be anything else. No more books, no more research, no more old timey libraries, no more puppies or cute furry animals. No more flowers or watching the clouds. No more deep conversations over chai or listening to the rain. No more pie with friends.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That’s why you stayed isn’t it?” “That’s the only way any of us ever survive my girl. Because there’s someone we don’t want to leave just yet.”

Because the most important thing was that I was alive, and that counted for something. Being alive meant I had more than enough chance for me to reunite with my son. Being alive meant having faith and hoping for better days. It also meant I had the chance to finally chase the happiness I deserved. Because I refuse to believe the universe will take Zuhair away from me permanently. Not after everything I have suffered, not after risking my life to keep him safe.

Levi suggested, “Or maybe he thought she was gone, that he was safe. Either way, you have to believe me, Aviva. Elara will stop at nothing to get what she wants.” I was silent for a while, My eyes searching his face. "I don't think so Levi, you are just making excuses so i can leave Global reach and i won't " " what? for real? you still want to stay there?" " I have to Levi, it's the only way I can survive. I have gotten more help from there than I have ever gotten from you while we were dating, so I don't care if she is a demon or anything. All I want is to survive! and give my mom the life she wants okay? so spare me the revenge shit"

“It was... bad. Really bad. They had all these methods for ‘fixing’ people like me. Most of them involved pain.” I felt my stomach twist. “Liam...” “There were nights when I thought about...” He paused, then shook his head. “Let’s just say I understand why you made that bucket list when you thought you were dying. Because every day I was in that place, I had to find a reason to keep going.” “What was your reason?” “At first, it was just spite. I was too stubborn to let them win.” Liam smiled, but it was a thin and fragile sort of smile. “But eventually, I realized that if I survived, I wanted to make sure I actually lived. Not just existed, but lived.”

However, I had always wondered if those things were enough to make a person go on living. “Good. I’m glad you know your facts…” I said before smiling a small smile at him. Bradon stared at me in silence and I could tell that he was waiting for me to make my point. My smile widened before I let out a soft sigh. “Those are indeed the things that we’re taught by the book that we need in order to be alive and continue to survive. Then, what do you think we need to ‘feel’ alive?” I asked as I cocked my head slightly to the side in wonder.

"You wanted to matter. To be important to me. The surgery made you feel needed, valued. Was it really so wrong to let you have that feeling?" She stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language. "You're insane. You actually believe your own justifications." "I believe in survival," I said coldly. "In doing what's necessary to protect what I've built. You think you're some kind of hero, exposing me? You're not. You're just another obstacle." "Then why am I still alive?" The question stopped me. Why was she still alive? I'd had countless opportunities to finish this. To snap her neck, to choke the life from her, to make sure she never spoke another word.

Chapter 49: His Life Zaina’s POV In this world, life is like a game of survival. You need to be brave, wise, and strong to survive. The only difference between life and a real game is… once you die, it’s over. You can’t be resurrected. If you’re lucky enough to stay alive, then move forward and continue living in this chaotic and cruel world.