Save Yourself Book Novels & Stories

A life where I can love you right from the start, with nothing to hold me back. I sighed. And I lit the letter on fire. I watched the ash drift away. Let’s hope, in the next life, I thought, you finally learn to know your own heart.

He died saving me. Now I have 30 days to make him love me... or watch him die again."Aria Blake lost everything the night her Alpha mate, Damon Voss, pushed her out of a truck's path and died in her arms. His last words still burn in her soul: _"You are mine. Always."_But fate gave her one cruel chance. A mysterious locket sent her back 10 years... to the day she first met Damon. Now she's 16 again. And he doesn't remember her. Doesn't want her. "You're not my mate, girl. I don't do destiny." His golden eyes are cold. His heart is stone.The locket is ticking: *30:00:00* 30 days. If Damon doesn't fall in love with her before the countdown ends, she'll be sent back to his deathbed... and he'll

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she said firmly. I swallowed hard. “It’s going to feel that way.” “I know. But saving doesn’t always look like hugging. Sometimes saving means staying where it hurts so you don’t set off a trap.” That phrase stuck with me. Because it was the exact opposite of everything Maxon had taught me. He had turned my love into a button. If I pressed it, I obeyed. Selene was telling me that loving could also mean resisting the button. We set off in silence.

I don’t have the strength to move. He must have noticed it because he says, “The rebels must have done something bad to you, and I’m so sorry. We will find them and make them face justice—” “They didn’t do anything wrong!” I abruptly break the hug. “They saved me and they took me in. They would never use me as a ransom. Where are they, huh? Where did you all hide them?” Uncle Osman sighs. “That, I do not know, my dear. But why—”

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

turns out she survived and he’s making sure she gets help and vehicular manslaughter. if i was there id stop that second option she lost a child and was deceived by a heartless jackass. If i was in her shoes and never told no I would probably end up the same. I continued to ponder and think watching friends and family come and go listening to their stories and how their talking to me mom taking over my business temporarily with Jasah’s help i finally came to the decision the last day of the month and decided to do my best to save the realms. when i told Amelia my decision the next two months or years depending on which timeline you want to go by flew by like and breeze and before you knew it

I bit my lip to stop a cry and furrowed my eyebrows extra-tight together. All their voices blurred as one and I couldn't tell how close we were to the new year. I didn't care, either. "Reniella De Vega!" The name shot through my thoughts and I sighed out in relief. Arlo had come to save me, finally. I needed her. My teeth began to chatter and I was physically trembling now while my lungs threatened to collapse.

"The next day, I left him. I packed a bag while he was at work and I left. I went to a shelter. I called the police. I pressed charges. I'm in therapy now. I'm safe now. And it's because I read your story in that hospital waiting room and understood that I deserved to survive. That my survival was more important than my love. That those two things don't have to be the same thing. "I want you to know that your book saved my life. Not in a metaphorical way. In a literal way. I was going to go back to him. I had already written the apology letter. I had already decided to forgive him and stay. And then I read chapter seven and I understood that I was allowed to leave. That leaving was an act of

“He didn’t just sell your son. He sold your mother’s life to pay his debts. Now, hand over the book—or we kill them both, right here.” June gripped the book so tight her knuckles hurt. This book could save Dante. It could give her back her life, her son. But if she used it, her mother—the woman she thought was dead—would really die. She glanced up at the hospital window. Dante was inside, helpless. Her father sobbed at the door. She was a wife. A mother. A daughter. But she could only save one. June stared at the man in white, then down at the book. The world pressed in, heavy and cold. She stepped forward, her voice barely above a whisper, cold as ice.