Save Yourself Book Novels & Stories

/We will just have to think of something else. I need to save myself...but I've no idea how

"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

“I don’t know.” My chest ached at the fear in her voice—the way she seemed ready to believe the worst about herself. “No,” I said firmly, shaking my head. “No, Emilia. You’re not something bad. You saved me.” She bit her lower lips. “If I had escaped the forest last night,” I continued, “this morning I’d be drowning in regret. Because I would have killed innocent people. I would have destroyed everything in my path. But you stopped me. You gave me back control when I had none. You reminded me that I wasn’t just a beast. Whatever you are, you saved me from myself.”

She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self-discovery.

My bed—the place where I should have been safe—had nearly become my grave. No one was coming to help me. No one was going to save me. I had to save myself. I clenched my fists, inhaling deeply through my nose, forcing air into my lungs. I couldn’t afford to break down. If I let fear consume me, I would become exactly what they wanted—helpless. No. I refused to be that girl. I had survived too much already. I had clawed my way through worse. And I would survive this too. But I had to be careful. I had to be smart.

I can't let it happen to me again, I can't let it happen. I have to save myself and I have to save my baby. *** Hello readers! I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This book will be complete soon, with just a few more chapters. Thank you Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

“That is how you stay alive.” I stared at my savior, my eyes glistening. “I don’t know how to thank you.” “Learn to adapt,” he said, “and, when you must, pretend.” I nodded, the words sinking deep inside me. Adapt. Pretend. I could do that, and I could just be the best human in the city. I owed it to myself. It was time to live for myself. End of part one.

He just saved me, and a stranger we both didn't know. Lucian spoke like it was my fault that the book dragged me in. He spoke to me like I was some curious kid that touches everything she sees. I was in the library, I picked a book to read without knowing how dangerous it was. Maybe I should have just ignored the book, then all these wouldn't happen. But then, I was grateful that I was alive thanks to him, and I was able to save someone else from a horrible fate.

I was tired of arguing and just wanted to escape them both. Caleb blocked my path, grabbing my wrist painfully tight. "You're not leaving until you apologize to Sheena!" "Let go!" I cried out, struggling against his grip and desperately wishing someone would help me. Just when I was about to lose hope, Caleb suddenly released me.

You put it back in the kitchen drawer. The boy with brown eyes, a runny nose, and a book in his hands still stares at you. There’s a cut on his neck, bandaged. You realize he would be the next victim. So instead of killing, you choose to protect. You protect this little friend with everything inside you because, somehow, he saved your soul. Killing is easy. Saving and protecting—now that truly makes you bleed. But how long can someone be resilient?