Rescued For Life Novels & Stories

Iris People always assume that being rescued is the end of a story. But I know that's not the case. Being rescued doesn’t mean you can go back to your life. It doesn't mean you can live happily ever after. That’s in fairy tales; it isn’t real life. Or at least that isn’t my life. I know people think I should be grateful for the rescue, and I really am. They think I should be able to shake off the last five years of my life, the pain, the darkness, and just get on with it. But I can't.

I'm ashamed to say that it never even crossed my mind. After his assurance that they'd pretty much tracked down most of the children she'd sold off in the last decade or so and knew the names and addresses of the people she and her husband did business with, I thought that was the end of it. But he informed me instead that they first had to rescue those kids who were spread all over the world and place them back with their families after a short stint in some readmission program one of the people associated with their squad ran. I felt a bit ashamed of myself when I learned all that they were doing and have done over the years.

I will get my mate back. “Folks I want to thank you for volunteering for this mission. I have no idea how things will end tonight. But we have a wolf who rescued us when we were in dire need, now needing our help. I respect each of you for leaving your loved ones to participate in this rescue,” Lucas offers to the crowd.

We all held a collective breath for a beat. “You mean…we have to…kill each other?” The woman who was wringing her hands gasped. A ripple of whispers broke out. “What do we win?” The man’s question broke through the shocked whispers. All eyes turned to him. He was thickly built, his glare hard. A smile tugged at the corner of Kalev’s lips. “A new life,” Kalev replied. “The last survivor will receive a free identity document and the right of residency in District 3. As well as a large sum of money.”

I wasn't surprised when Grandma reprimanded her and told her not to cry in front of me. As the sound of footsteps faded away, the medium suddenly spoke again. "I don't think it will progress this quickly. The girl might be tricking you. We should give her a stronger dosage tomorrow." Grandma hesitated. "But I…" "You need to be decisive. It won't work if you hesitate. A life must be traded for the other to live." "Will this actually work?" "Don't worry. Once, I saved a boy who drowned on the east side of the village the same way."

“Luna, your leg…” I manage to plaster a smile on my face. “It's nothing. I’m totally fine.” I say, but it's a lie. I can barely move my leg right now and it hurts a lot. But I don’t want her to worry about me. “What about the girls?” I ask her. Kyla smiles. “They were rescued in time and we put them in one of our rehabilitation centers for the time being. We have also increased security.” I sigh in relief. “Good. Were any of them injured?”

<<42>> * I'll rescue you. * **** ---- Mia --- You are not hidden There's never been a moment You were forgotten You are not hopeless Though you have been broken Your innocence stolen. I woke up the next day as the lyrics of, " Rescue " by Lauren Daigle kept ringing in my head. It's been two weeks now since we've been kidnapped... And I must say, we aren't having a good time at all. A lot has happened over the past two weeks... I watched a lot of atrocities being committed much to my dismay.

"You've saved a life today." Jack smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "We're the Ascendants, Amelia. Protecting those in need is what we do." With the immediate danger averted, the Ascendants turned their attention back to their mission. They knew that while saving a life was a remarkable feat, their true battle lay in protecting the crystal and preventing Damien from unleashing its destructive power upon the world. Together, they set off on their journey, determined to regroup with their fellow Ascendants and rebuild their strength. The rescue of the baby had reminded them of the importance of their cause and the impact their actions could have on innocent lives.

she admitted, her voice laced with gratitude. My heart swelled with a mixture of sympathy and a newfound determination. "You don't have to face this alone, Kate. I will do everything in my power to help you feel safe and secure again. We'll get through this together." As we awaited the locksmith's arrival, I found myself drawn to Kate's side, offering a reassuring presence and a listening ear. The bond between us grew stronger with each passing moment, forged in the face of adversity and the shared desire to protect what was important.

She knew it would take time to find a new job and apartment in a new town, but Lacee was a survivor. When she was eighteen, she lived in her car for two months until she got on her feet. She had been thrown out of the foster home that she lived in as soon as she became an adult. Her sister was fourteen then and had to stay behind in the foster home until the court date when Lacee was approved to be her guardian. By then, Lacee had found an apartment and was waitressing at two different restaurants to prove that she could provide a life for her sister.