Novel & Cerita Reasons To Stay Alive Book

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...

“I don't understand why they wanted me to die so badly. Adam, I didn't even remember doing something terrible to them. Why did they want to do this to me?” “I don't know the reason, Alpha Leah. But, what I noticed in this world, there are a lot of greedy people here, and I don't like being here. Even though I don't want to stay here for so long, I know I have a purpose that I need to achieve here. And that was the reason why you're still alive. You had a purpose, and you needed to believe in yourself.” “Alright, I may have had a purpose, but I might be dead. What if I didn't even reach to get birth?”

"You promised me, Kael. You promised you wouldn't leave." He looked away. His jaw was tight. His fists were clenched. "I can't just sit here while they hurt the people I love." "Then don't sit. But don't run off half-cocked either." I stood up. My legs were unsteady, but I didn't let myself fall. "Protect us by staying alive. That's how you win. Not by dying in a blaze of glory. By living. By being here tomorrow and the day after and the day after that."

New. Exactly what we needed. What we've always needed. A reason to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep living. For her. For all of them. For each other. However long it takes. Whatever it costs. We'll survive. Because that's what we do.

The ulterior goal. Nothing breaches this instinct, nothing but love. When people no longer have the will to live or are willing to live, there might be various reasons clinging to their blasphemous resolution but the most obvious yet oblivious reason is that there is no love or reason to love in their life that brought down their survival instinct.

“Buying someone…” “It’s not about ‘buying,’ exactly. It’s about necessity. Survival. You’re at the point where the line between humanity and insanity blurs. Do you want to stay in this present state, killing everything in your path because your feelings are hurt?—or do you want to live, to show that soul sucking tick of a mate that you can live without her, and survive”

That evening, after Caroline had gone to bed, Ernest sat in the study and wrote in his journal: May, thirty-fifth year. Caroline came to stay. She said: The five books are about this life in the form of an argument. The four written books are the arguments arrived at. The fifth — the living — continues. Every journal entry. Every ordinary morning. The fifth book continues as long as life continues. I said: the building is forever because the fifth book does not end. The living is the building. The building is the living. Both things are true and have always been true and will continue to be true.

I breathed through the dizziness. Death. That was how this chapter of my life would end. I needed to give in to it. I wanted to, but my survival instinct, after so long in that mode, was hard to suppress. The need to survive was in every cell. It drove me onward. I knew myself. I wouldn’t give in no matter what no matter what they did to me. Not until my last breath was ripped from my lungs. Why couldn’t death be easy?

Chen is there again, frantic but focused, telling me to stay awake, to hold on just a little longer, that I might actually survive this after all. The words do not feel real at first. Survival has never felt like something meant for me. But as the pain begins to stabilize, as my breathing steadies slightly, I start to understand that I am not slipping away anymore. I am still here. Still alive. Still part of this world that refuses to let me go so easily.

He murmured, "Perhaps being ordinary isn't a bad thing." Then he shook his head at once. "No. Being ordinary just means becoming meat on someone else's chopping block. In the world that we're living in right now, it's survival of the fittest. Without enough power to protect yourself, no one will hesitate to kill you. There will be no negotiation." These days, did killing even require a reason? Ray cleaned up the scene, took the fuel tanks, then drove away. Because he'd been delayed here, he didn't manage to clear every gas station as planned and instead turned back one stop early.