Novel & Cerita Save Me Manga

I handed over the electronic signature she had just given, ignoring the staff member's stunned look, and signed the agreement. - By the time I got home, it was already night. Doug strode over the moment he saw me, a smug smile tugging at his pale face. "Hey, I heard you signed the body donation papers. Is that true?" I didn't answer. I moved to go around him toward the guest room when he suddenly grabbed my arm and threw himself backward. I froze as he hit the ground hard. "Doug!" Moira rushed out, shoved me aside, and helped him up, her voice tight with concern. "Are you okay?"

She also adjusted and all of a sudden, we both slept off tiredly. 🔮Mia’s POV🔥 “What?” “Who is this?” I thought to myself as I manage to widen my eyes. I successfully opened my eyes only to see what really amazed me. “Oh my!” I stared at the guy shockingly as I squeeze my brow a little. I just can’t believe this. “What’s this guy doing here??” “Isn’t he that….that…guy?” “Yeah, the one who saved me then?” “It’s really…really shocking,”

“That’s a good plan, Mia. It won’t be easy, but if you play this right, you won’t just save Emma. You’ll save yourself, too.” Determination settled in my chest. I had two days. To save Emma. To change my fate. And to finally make things right. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the neighbourhood. I stood in front of the mirror in the small bathroom of the house Apollo and I were using. My reflection was unfamiliar—Sandy, the name I had given myself, was supposed to be a fresh start. But how could I be someone new when the weight of my past clung to me so tightly?

"God, thank you for giving me the audacity to do it with a stranger. You almost got me to heaven." She sarcastically prayed. Sumire began to reminisce everything. The moment she was abducted by the horde of hooligans in a black suit, a tall, gorgeous hot man with a pair of cold green eyes save her from the hand of the Mafia Lord, where she was priced. A pair of big arms scooped her out from the bed and she brought in the car. And the scene she was struggling from the effect of the drug, Sumire could vividly remember everything that steamy scene between them inside his car that she almost gave herself to the man.

Sunlight spilled through the expansive windows, washing the room in warmth. This…this wasn’t hell, was it? I didn’t know where I was but this…just couldn’t be hell. A memory flashed through my head, of the Mister pulling me back from the bridge. He had stopped me from jumping? That meant I was still alive? Damn it! It was fucking hard for me to summon the courage to kill myself. Now I have to start the ‘courage summoning’ from scratch! Why did he save me?! How did he even…know where to find me?

just a little one gonna keep them out, but y'all can go through it" And we laughed. I looked over at her and said "Freeze this piece of shit? I want to dance with some rogues." She walked over to Mark.. and said "In a different lifetime, we might have been friends.. if you were a decent guy probably, not like the asshole you are now!?" And she froze him in place. Within minutes, half of the rogues were down...the other half were running away, being chased by our fighters. I shouted "Ari. I got one survivor.. can you heal him enough for interrogation?"

Bjorn mumbled. "No, Azaia! Don’t!" I heard Safey butt in before the call ended. I was still dumbfounded looking at my phone because my brain has not absorbing everything yet. In a few moments, it rang again as a message was sent. I slowly tapped it to open. Be fast, Azaia. Please, come back to me. I faintly dropped my phone on the table and posted my two elbows on the table for support. Lord... Help me please. I do not know what to do.

They emerged covered in dust and blood, coughing and crying, but breathing. I lay on my back, staring up at the smoke filled sky. My body wouldn't move anymore. The serum had finally won. I could feel my organs shutting down one by one. But they were alive. I'd saved them. "Maya?" A small voice beside me. I turned my head slowly. A little girl, maybe six years old, covered in dust. "Thank you for saving us." I tried to smile. Probably looked more like a grimace. "You're welcome, little one."

Reaching for me. Damon stands slowly. Stares. Like he doesn't believe I'm real. "Sage?" "I'm here. I'm alive. I'm home." "How? The fortress collapsed. We looked for you. Found nothing. We thought..." "I know. The witch saved me. Healed me. Sent me home." He crosses the room in three steps. Pulls me into his arms. Holds me so tight I can't breathe. "You're really here. Really alive." "I'm really here."

I could feel warm blood dripping down, and I was scared that this man I had only known for two months might be gone forever. My heart was screaming that if he left this world, no one else would love me again. His warmth was slipping away, and all I could do was cry and wish for a miracle to save him. However, as his breaths grew weaker and the battle raged on, help did not come. I wondered why the universe could not spare even a shred of kindness for us at that moment. When I woke up, I reached out and called for Justin, but the man I grabbed was not happy. It was Jeffrey, and he looked worried as he pulled away.