Save Yourself Book Novels & Stories

With shaky hands, I opened the book, preparing myself to answer whatever questions he had—if it meant saving my life, which, against all odds, had been spared just a week ago. Why was I saved, only to die later? I thought bitterly. It feels so stupid, useless even. “What was your intention after you woke up?” He asked, pulling his chair close and sitting down. "When you realized you were still alive and in a completely different pack?" “I didn’t think much about it. I only thought about how lucky I was to be saved,” I wrote. "Now that you’re awake and well, wouldn’t you like to return to your pack?" he suggested.

"Or I could ask around. I am friends with some of the females I train with; maybe they can help." Later that night, Kimi entered my room with a grey book she had gotten from the library in her hand. She told me an elderly female she had met there suggested it to her. I took the book from her and noticed that the grey cover was not its original cover. It seemed the original cover had been ripped due to how old it was, and to save it, a new cover was put up. The nameless book was heavy in hand for how little it was, and when I went through the pages, I was surprised at how detailed it was in the art of seduction. "I don't think I can do any of this," I looked up at Kimi.

I should be saving them, but how could I save them when I couldn’t even save myself? Lauren’s voice echoed in my head, from the time I admitted I couldn’t sleep without at least two shirts and a bra. You’re safe, she’d said. The only thing you need now is to feel that. If you’re brave enough to survive, you’re brave enough for that. Tom’s words layered over top of hers. You’re my cheesesteak. I’ll protect you to my dying breath. You’re everything you need to be. I could love you. I scrubbed my eyes. I couldn’t save myself before because I was alone. I wasn’t alone now, and I wouldn’t be when I saved the rest of them.

Sasha glanced at me and smiled faintly, as if she already knew exactly what was happening in my head. “Never build your life around what others expect,” she said quietly. “Do what you want, Sierra.” I looked at her for a long moment before I finally nodded my head with the full weight of decision because she was right. I had lived too long as a reflection of other people’s plans but that woman was finished. “I am going to do it,” I said. She gave me wide smile “Good” “I will learn everything then I will run my own company.” That made her smirk. “Now you sound interesting.”

I scroll through the headlines, but it’s the same empty lack of information, the same dark uncertainty I’m trapped in. I should be more worried about myself. I have too much in my hands already—too much I can barely hold together. The last thing I need is a psycho on my back, adding to the chaos I’m barely surviving. With a sigh, I drop the phone onto the bed. It bounces once, lands face down, and that’s it. I’m disappointed, could I possibly be the only key to ratting him out? and if that is true, do I really want to take that risk?

“That’s right! I’d rather die now than watch Harper marry someone else!” Anthony frowned. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the sound of a gunshot rang out. “Hahaha! Die, you worthless trash!” It was Lucy. She had been hiding in a corner. She raised the gun and fired at Harper and me. Harper was the first to react. In a flash, she threw herself in front of me. Fortunately, the bullet went astray and struck the window. Eyes filled with madness, Lucy quickly fired several more shots at us.

It looks like a vodka and cran. Daniel rolls his eyes, turning the conversation to something about a party for his grandmother. How did I get her? What did I do that caused my parents to become abusive? Where did I go wrong in my life to have everything turn upside down, just to have someone come in and save me. It might sound clique and basic but he really did save me. Daniel Rielly Green saved me from my parents and myself. I can honestly say, I may not have been alive without him. I regret each and every terrible thought that crossed my mind, but since I met Daniel, I’ve been happy. I never went back in my room after being hurt with the intention to hurt myself more or thoughts of ending

I had to face whatever secrets the mansion held, for my own sanity and for the sake of my new life with Nicholas. With a deep breath, I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and ventured out into the moonlit hallways, my heart pounding. What exactly was I walking into? But as I followed the voice and just when I was about to make a turn into a corner I bumped into Clara who was rushing out, and she was sweating. "Miss?" She called, frowning, "What are you doing here?" "Don't you hear the voice?" I asked my eyes darting around, "Can't you?"

I wanted to show them I was upset at them for talking behind my back like that. "She did not ask to be brought here, Lila. I was the one who made that decision that day. I saw that members of her pack were trying to kill her." "Why did you save her? You usually don't like to intervene with issues of other packs. You don't want to risk our pack." "That is correct! However, I have my own and important reasons why I did that, and I know the risk and the consequences of my actions. I am not stupid, Lila. It's why I am called Alpha."

“I will win this time. I shall rise from the ashes as victorious as I could be.” ‘And let your soul burn in hell,’ my mind countered. ‘Burning a life in your womb with you is counted as murder, merciless murder. And you think that you are saved?’ I don’t care if I am saved. As long as Tyler and the people here are saved. As I have said, day by day, I am becoming more selfless. And more self-less. I keep walking like a damsel in distress, though I hope a knight in shining armor will never sniff me in this not-so-dim forest. The bag that bears a liter of gasoline, match, lighter and torch are masked like a picnic bag.