Reasons To Stay Alive Book Novels & Stories

"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.

“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”

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?

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.

“He might...” “No.” Nadai stepped closer, forcing him to look at her. “He survived yesterday. There’s a difference, and you know it.” Her voice softened, a plea threading through it. “You know why he’s still standing. It’s not because he’s invincible. It’s because he has a reason that won’t let him fall.” Elias clenched his jaw until it ached. “You think his reason is me.” “I know it is. We all know you are the reason.”

“Brother, believe me you will probably regret it if you finish me off now…” “Ha ha ha, isn't the sooner the better? Your rot is truly terrible to imagine! After hearing your story, I have no logical reason to keep you alive!” “Wait… There's a reasonable reason why I should stay alive… At least, as long as that brat is alive…”

They wanted to get rid of their lives, which means they do not want to stay anymore even if they have a reason to live . If this reason had come to him before then he must have fought for his love but coming to an end where nothing has left inside him so he can fight for his life has led him to believe death is better than to stay alive. Life is a lie and death is the truth of life. One can not conquer death to save his or her life.

Lennon didn’t like the idea of hiding, because it will one day fail, if not on the first day, it’s better to be prepared than sorry, they can still hide but they have to train, not just Noah but them too. If they want to stay alive in this world next year, they have to at least know some martial arts, know how to use weapons and vehicles, that’s the bare minimum, he wasn’t even considering the resources they will need, the place they are going to stay at, the informations they will need, there are a lot of things to consider for this apocalypse, so they will have to stay up all night to discuss it. ‘Damn you Nova.’

alive? For years, I was singeing, deteriorating in the restraints of merciless hell with absolutely no drop of water or even chaff of air to vindicate me. But somehow, I came out of that fire, a burnt and rotten remnant, just one more contact with even a matchstick of fire and I would have been converted into ashes, an excruciatingly severe process of experiencing your very own cremation. Interment. But I fought with the last amount of flesh I had left to meet my exoneration and when I saw it eye to eye, air came and it stirred around my reasoning aptitudes giving me reasons to stay alive so I would never have to go through the fire again.