Novel & Cerita Reasons To Stay Alive Book

Kayla A WEEK LATER Once,I saw a quote that said ‘ Continue to live..until you have a reason to live.’ It didn't make any difference to me until I started to face hurdles that are hard to slip away from. Do I have to face all these when I just started to have my spark back?. I don't. That's why I won't let it bring me down. Even if Liana is somewhere presently being rebellious against me. I..I need my sanity.. even if I have struggled to see Dad alive. I have to be fine…for everyone

I replied. “Then why stay?” ⸻ The question hit deeper than expected. ⸻ Why? ⸻ Because I needed the money. Because I needed treatment. Because I didn’t want to die. ⸻ “…Because I want to live.” ⸻ The truth. Simple. Raw. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Then— A quiet exhale. ⸻ His hand ran briefly through his hair. ⸻ The first real sign of… something.

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.

Before Linum could speak, Bart continues. “The only reason I survived was that I was near the bunker when shit hit the fan. My… My family was on the other side of the country. After the radio towers were destroyed and the internet fell down, I was never able to contact them. So, believe me, kid, I’d rather be out of here than in there. At least out here, I can do something that’ll benefit the people in there.” Linum was speechless. Bart continued.

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...

"Then you learn to live with the fear. You learn to function despite it. That's what I did. That's what everyone who survives trauma does. You adapt." "How do you adapt to thinking you're going to die?" "You focus on living. On the things that matter. On the reasons you're fighting to survive." "And what are my reasons?" "Your work. The truth you're trying to expose. The people who need your voice, your investigation, your willingness to speak up when others stay silent." Dante paused. "Those are good enough reasons to keep fighting." I knew he was right. Knew that giving up, giving in to fear, would mean Delacroix and people like him won.

Samuel said. "What do you mean?" Di Rat couldn't help but ask curiously. "There are too many simple and direct ways to kill me. After all, this is their territory. Do they need so much trouble if they want me to die?" Samuel sid flatly. Although he could not figure out what the Earth Core wanted to do, he was certain that the reason why he could survive to this day was that the Earth Core did not really want to kill him. Saber Twelve and Di Rat nodded when they heard this because they had speculated the same thing.

We would take care of you," "Yes, you will. You will take care of my body once I'm dead because that's the only thing that'll happen to me if I leave. I wouldn't survive rejecting my mate," "Is that the only reasons why you're still there? You don't love him, right? You're just there because you need to survive," Was he right? Am I really staying because I want to live? Did I decide to stay because I knew I wouldn't survive it if I rejected him and left? Am I still here because of the mate bond? Does he seem correct?

THE DOLL CHAPTER 42 [By all means, and shattered soul; with broken trust, to find herself at pit only took the hope she’s holding onto...] Some would say that there are some people, who keeps holding onto something precious that keeps them alive. It gave them purpose, when there’s none. The only light to where the darkness lies it seep through. It was more than breathing—as if the warmth it made you hold onto would never gets cold. The days no matter how burdens it give, it won’t matter. The scraps left by scars and wounded scenarios that keep you at bay, although painful wouldn’t mean more torment. The fight against life, in spite of how hard it made you suffer wouldn’t felt more bad as it

“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?”