Rescued For Life 소설 & 이야기

When I came back to my senses, Elijah’s expression had turned ugly. He glanced at Thea with disappointment before pulling out my blood donation report as proof. “Take a good look at who actually saved your life.” Thea’s body jolted the moment she saw the name ‘Sadie Stevens’ printed in bold on the report, and her fingers clenched so tightly that they turned pale. “How is this possible… It was Sadie… So that means I was deceived? I almost killed my own savior?”

His whole body was paralyzed. The nurses came to the room to check on him. They rushed back outside to call the doctors. The doctors checked him and let out breaths of relief. He saw their relieved expressions; he seemed to be on the verge of passing away but was revived. “You are fortunate to stay alive. If not, it would not have been possible to get the rare blood in your body. You are really strong. The moon goddess rescued you to lead the pack.” The nurses nodded their heads in agreement. “Your family is very worried. We have to inform them right now.”

They'd been waiting for us all along. The rescue had been a trap from the beginning. And now, with the facility collapsing and poison gas filling the air, I had to choose between fighting for Finn's life or finding a way to escape before we all died together..

They all looked on, some wide-eyed at what was being said, while some were wide-eyed, anticipating Theo's move. Rafael was on a roll. Once he started, it was like he could not stop, desperate to prevent his Alpha from being taken to the dungeons and hopeful that his pleas could at least get Theo to listen. "And another thing, you know what? Zayne rescued countless humans who this same entity kidnapped to experiment on turning them into the creatures that hunt us." "And do you know most of them chose to stay under HIS care after he rescued them, not returning to their lives? Why?"

Yet, as I cautiously navigate this newfound freedom, it feels as though the world around me is still holding its breath, afraid to disturb the fragile existence I've fought so hard to regain. The news of my rescue spread like wildfire, and people showered me with words of relief and gratitude. They embraced me with tender hugs, their eyes brimming with tears of joy. But beneath their smiles, I sensed a subtle unease, an unspoken fear of shattering my fragile state of recovery. It's as if they see me as a porcelain doll, easily broken with a single misplaced step.

They cherished the moments of joy, love, and deep connection that they experienced along the way, understanding that these were the threads that wove the symphony of their lives. As they looked to the future, they held onto the lessons learned from their rescue mission, embracing resilience, forgiveness, and the unbreakable bonds forged through the dance of connection. They knew that as long as they remained steadfast in their commitment, their story would continue to inspire others to cultivate empathy, foster understanding, and create a world where the symphony of connection prevailed.

Deshawn's dark eyebrows were pulled down pleadingly and my heart tore from the vulnerable look in his eyes. It left me speechless. Deshawn Cervantes was begging me to save his life. And so I promised. I had to. The house was quiet when I returned home. Dad had left the door open for me so I slipped inside and left my heels on the floor. I was glad he didn't wait up, he deserved his sleep.

Mason let out a scream that would have even Salviana blush. "Okay! Tell you what!" The groan of Salvetto. Twenty seconds had passed. The police came up to me after the collision and introduced themselves. After how much time? "How about an hour and a half?" It was said more in the form of an inquiry. "The kid was incapacitated and restrained. Their story was that they rescued her from a cult or something. As they were armed, I was unable to do a background check. If I hadn't signed, they would have killed me. A sizable chunk of money landed in my bank account the next morning. At that same moment, I handed in my resignation."

When…? "When you were being kidnapped by the thug Tom hired. You begged me over the phone to save you." Ezekiel's gaze was dark and intense. "Ms. Everhart, how could you forget so quickly?" Winter's pale lips trembled. In an instant, it felt as if her throat had been seized, leaving her gasping for air. She could never have imagined that her rescue would be taken into consideration. Yet despite her frustration, she had no way to protest. At that time, she had indeed begged Ezekiel to save her life. Without a second thought or concern for the consequences, he had ensured her safety in every way.

Nathaniel himself was powerless, his reach a memory of terror now neutralized. Viola had been rescued, her mind slowly healing under the care of the Dawn Foundation. Alexander had ensured that her twins were placed in a family capable of giving them the stability and love she could not provide. I had insisted on it, no one should suffer as we had suffered. No one should remain bound to monsters incapable of love.