Road To Survival Novels & Stories

“In command’s defense, I also avoid half-collapsed drainage routes when roads are easier.” Mrs. Carter did not look up. “That is because even the infected have more ambition than you.” “I contain myself for the good of others.” Evelyn looked down at the map again. The southern route was thin, partially erased by water damage and old folding creases. It left the overlook Road, dropped down through a service trail, and curved beneath a ridge before reaching the drainage line below Frostfang’s outer wall. It avoided the eastern gate entirely. It also avoided every major road large enough for the convoy.

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

​The text broke into the paper with a brutal, deep-set violence, the heavy steel hammers engraving our survival straight into the spine of the capital's own transit corridor. ​THE EIGHTH PLOT — THE HIGHWAY BREACH, I typed, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the flashing blue lights of the interceptors began to stain the wooden sideboards of the truck in a violent, rhythmic violet. They built their roads to drain the provinces, but the asphalt is now carrying the flood. The seventh press is on the market stalls, and the eighth is writing itself at sixty miles an hour. You cannot check the cargo when the road itself has gone rogue.

I spat out a mouthful of blood. The housekeeper was terrified and hurried to support me. "No, no. How could Ms. Cross not want you to live? She searched everywhere for a heart for you. She even had herself tested. If she had matched, she would have given her life to save yours without hesitation. How could she let something happen to you? There must be something else behind this." I doubled over in pain. Maybe Joanna truly had wanted me to live before. But Adrian had come back. Everything had changed.

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.

Be careful on the road. I looked at the message and did not reply. Just then, my phone rang. It was Tristan. I hesitated for a few seconds, then answered. His voice was quiet. "I'm nearby. Can I see you for a moment?" I looked downstairs. He stood beneath a streetlamp, wearing a black coat. The fog blurred half his outline. It reminded me of years ago, when his startup had failed, and he stood downstairs at my place, lost, yet stubborn. Back then, I had run down and hugged him. Now, I only said, "Alright."

he said impatiently. Soon, they arrived back at the Linnus residence. As soon as he got out of the car, Dad stormed into the living room angrily. When he saw Aunt Caroline kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably, he stopped abruptly. In front of her lay my body, so rotted that it was almost unrecognizable.

When they found out. I had to believe I would survive this somehow. I couldn’t just accept that I was going to die here, that this monster was going to kill me and my baby. I couldn’t allow that. I had to fight back, no matter what. “Here we are,” the driver said. He slowed down and turned the car onto a narrow dirt path, barely visible at the side of the main road. If he had been driving at the posted speed, without knowing that turn was there, it wouldn’t have been noticeable.

Where we could finally breathe. I adjusted my grip on my suitcase, squared my shoulders, and started walking. I didn't look back. Not at the wall. Not at the forest. Not at the pack territory that had been my entire world. I looked forward, toward the road I could see in the distance, toward the human city that waited beyond the horizon. Toward my new life. Whatever it took, however hard it was, I would survive this. We would survive this. And one day, when they finally realized the truth, when they finally understood what they'd thrown awa

It should’ve been safe. But instead it was survival. We skirted the edges of the city, staying off the main roads. I led us unerringly, cutting through alleys and over broken fences, always ahead of the fear that nipped at our heels. They trusted my feet, even if they didn’t understand where I was taking them. I could feel the tension from Simon through the bond. I could feel his curiosity as much as the sorrow, greif, pain, and helplessness. “Loria,” he murmurs low leaning in, “babe where exactly are we going?”