Salvation Short Story Novels & Stories

The hungry fingers left her neck, the seven mouths ceased their suckling, and the not-so-dearly departed, their true terror relegated to the realm of erratic recollection, departed once more. A breath later, her red coat dripping with rain, her blonde hair as bright as the sun, her salvation arrived. *** “Of course, Bobby Lee always was a bit of a pill,” her salvation was saying. “That’s what Mama always said. ‘He’s a pill, that Bobby Lee. As wild as the day is long, God bless his heart.’ And she was right, of course. But Mama was always right even when she wasn’t.” Although the salvation standing in the kitchen loading up the cupboards with a week’s worth of groceries had a name, to Lucky s

She smiled with joy. "I was rescued by a good man who lived around the vicinity where I was kept. It was a tough moment for me I doubted at a point I'd ever see my daughter b...but he did it for me. And when I heard Sophia was saved by a good samaritan, I leaped with joy... Doc you don't know how grateful I am to you and the man who saved my Sophia. I'll forever be indebted to you and him... Thanks so much" She cried clasping her palms in humility. The story was not so deceiving it had loopholes.

He picked up after a few rings. “Salva? How are you?” I said. I tried not to sound like I was about to cry so Salva wouldn’t worry about me. I heard him sigh. “I’m okay, Luna. What about you and Marina? Are you guys okay?” He asked. I could hear the sadness in Salva’s voice. I know he’s trying to be strong because he has to shoulder the responsibility of being a Capo at such a young age. Not to mention, it must have been really scarring when he saw our father get killed. Primo told me that Salva and father were both dealing with the Bratva but they didn’t expect to get ambushed. Salva was wounded and he thought he couldn’t make it but father protected him. He got shot in the chest while they

“Saviour! Saviour! Saviour!” They had called upon the sky and he had answered. Their savior was here. It was time for war. ___ ___ ((Please check out “Stealing The Alphas' Soul”. Thank you.))

“Cos I was so surprised when you woke up the next day and you were all gentle and apologetic about kidnapping a poor old man but seeing you in your normal self, I had to just stay. Your luck is the worst I have ever encountered.” “Thanks for the compliment.” He replied and they both cheered before drinking. “So what next?” Adams asked. “The next thing is for me to go find this lady. The witch had said the salvation of one is the downfall of one, meaning, whichever one gets to her first. Odin has been creeping out in the midnight to meet her, if she ever allows her in, I would lose. “ “Allow her in how?”

But here they were, alive and well, even having a child and helping to clean the house! “Didn’t you die?” Stephen trembled. “Huh?” Cora understood. “You heard our story too? Haha, it’s all nonsense spread by others. Actually, Mr. Rivers saved us.” Stephen was stunned. He turned his head toward the mansion door, and as the sun rose, the sunlight just happened to illuminate the doorway. Ethan stood in the light, glowing and almost blinding. Stephen recalled Ethan’s words last night. “I’m just an ordinary person, not a god.” Nonetheless, he did save Scott and Cora.

A strange, cold recognition settling deep in my chest. It was Carlo. Dominic’s jaw tightened. “That bastard…” he muttered under his breath. “Oh non... Did he found me?” I asked quietly. He did not answer. His eyes were locked furiously on Carlo. Carlo glanced in our direction briefly and carelessly. His gaze passed over me—Without recognition. I had to hold my gas when I realized he didn't recognize me because I was no longer the woman he knew. No longer Bella. And that—Saved me. But Dominic—He had seen enough.

Susan's parents had divorced too, and they had each built their separate families since, leaving her all by herself—she felt all the more lonely during festive seasons. I was the one who married her and gave her a family so she no longer had to wander, and now, she realized once more that she was scared of divorce and didn't want her new family to break up. But it was too late. I called for my mentor for the prayer rites, so my son could pass into the afterlife sooner. When he was done, he looked at me, and then at Susan. Smiling ever so faintly, he poked the center of Susan's forehead. "Even the most venomous snakes never eat their children. After such sacrilege, it's time you become mortal

“Don’t… don’t ever scare me like that again. You are alive… that’s all I need. God… God spared you for us.” Sarah stroked James’s hair, whispering softly into his ear. “You’re going to be okay, my love. Just rest. We are here. We won’t leave you. Tom… Grandpa… we’re all here.” James closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the warmth of their care, his chest still tender but his spirit slowly finding calm. He realized, through the pain and blood, through the fear and desperation, that love was stronger than anything. That night, surrounded by Sarah’s unwavering presence, Grandpa Salvador’s tears, and the promise of a family united, he understood he had been given a second chance.

“He went under and he didn’t come back up. He was right there. Right there.” Kai’s chest tightens. “How long?” Kai demands. The man’s mouth opens, closes. He looks toward the sky like the answer might be written there. “I don’t know,” he says. “A minute. Two. It happened so fast.” It didn’t happen fast. That’s the lie people tell themselves so they can breathe again. The truth is always slower. The truth is always crueler. Kai takes a breath. Cold air. Wet air. It scratches his throat.