Reasons To Stay Alive Matt Haig Novels & Stories

Xavia said again, but this time his voice was softer, almost pleading. "Protect me?" I stood up abruptly, the journal pressed against my chest, my hands balling into fists at my sides. "Protect me from what? From the truth? From the fact that my mother was murdered? From the fact that the entire system I grew up in is corrupt, rotten to its core?" Xavia stood too, his amber eyes steady on mine, unflinching. "He was trying to keep you alive. The same way your mother was trying to keep you alive. The same way I'm trying to keep you alive."

Matt looked up making sure there was no one watching from the walls or surrounding builds. “Ok we're good, there’s only four. I can’t see past the openings but we should be fine.” Matt said with a shrug. “Plan?” Sarah asked, looking past him trying to see what he saw. “Fuck it?” Matt smirked. “Seriously?” Sarah half laughed. “I mean we should keep one alive so we can question them but eh…” Matt shrugged. “I guess its, Fuck it.” Sarah laughed and then stepped out into the light. “Fuck, I wasn’t ready.” Matt mumbled as he too stepped out.

“Should I contact your Beta? Let them know the two of you are alive so they can send help?” “No.” The answer came so fast that everyone in the room went still. Gabriel frowned. “What do you mean no? The entire realm will fall into chaos if they believe you’re dead.” Even Draven looked surprised. Matteo leaned back slightly against the bed, his expression cold despite how weak he still was. “That’s exactly why,” he said. “There are some rats that need to be exterminated.” His eyes darkened. “And this is the perfect opportunity.”

Even if I was brought back from this torture and somehow considered to have survived what was the point if this is what I’d always remember. My thoughts constantly flashed to Sage and Dreyma. They were the point of course. I had to keep telling myself they were the reason. I swore to them. I needed to make sure to surivive for them. Without me they had no diection and what happened to those without purpose? We may not have signed up for this but we were going to see it through to the end just the same. My part was not going to be over.

Then she continued, softly, “Look, I know you love your mate, but from my perspective, Maura is hiding, hurting you, leaving my sweet, good-natured, and caring only brother to waste away to death. I want her found and I want you to live. So please, put aside your honor, just for today because you need all the help you can get. Please let me call the OCS. Let me get a story written with the people living with the humans, let me give you every chance possible to survive” Mattel closed his eyes in resignation, and remembered the agony of the kiss. “Ok” . TBC ~please leave a gem~

Matt wanted to stop Aria for they were not sure whether that man was telling the truth, or if he was just one the spies sent for them. But he realized no spy or vampire would ever find them, alone, in their safe haven. Aria leaned backward and looked up at Blake. It was like looking at her own eyes in the mirror. “How are you alive?” Matt asked. “Just like how she is alive.” “Yeah, but we are also not exactly sure why she was resurrected.” “I know,” Blake said. Aria and Matt glanced at each other. Matt motioned for Aria to come, and Aria took Blake’s hand and pulled him inside the cabin.

"Yeah, kick her out! She can die out there for all we care! When the ship comes, we'll leave her here!" "Yeah, kick her out! She's useless and a waste of resources!" I yelled, "I can leave by myself, thank you very much." Then, Queenie's eyes became teary as she held my hand, trying to make me stay. "You barely have any survival skills, and going solo's too dangerous. I can't let you leave. It's for your own good." I ignored her and turned to leave. Queenie really desperately wanted me to stay, but everyone else stopped her.

“If she finds out she’ll never leave me. That isn’t the goal – I’m no good for her even when I’m sane. I think we’ve already proven that much.” “For the pups then. If you get better you can still be in their lives.” Matthew argues. “You won’t be a danger to them. They need their father.” I know he’s right. I know if there’s a chance, I should fight for it. I just don’t know if I could survive getting my hopes up only to have them dashed again. Then again, if I’m going to die anyway, it won’t matter if I can survive it. “Alright.” I agree. “I won’t give up yet – for them.”

“Unlikely, but if I do… I hope Frans dies with me so we can be together in the afterlife.” That is such a cold way of looking at it, but I guess it’s pragmatic under the circumstances. I don’t mind dying tonight, but I don’t want Mara to die. The only reason I’m still fighting is for her and Gregory. It’s as good a reason as any other. A man who doesn’t have a reason to fight is a useless soldier. He’ll give up as soon as things get too difficult. “Why are you even fighting?” I ask Kahn. “If you’d rather be dead?”

Matto laughed as he took the dishes into the kitchen. We spent the day watching scary movies and talking. He really was an interesting person and I loved hearing his stories. He told me more about his mother and his father. His mother had passed away when he was sixteen of cancer. He told me that for a few months after he lost his mother he had contemplated leaving the tribe and becoming rouge. Then one day he was out hunting and came across a hiker who had lost his way. The hiker was being chased by a bear and was about to be attacked when Matto shifted and fought off the bear. After the bear had run off, he had looked back at the hiker and could see the gratitude in his eyes. It was then t