Saving Tragedy Novel Novels & Stories

I asked at last. He teared up. “Last month… There was a tsunami, and she was trying to save a child trapped under debris when the building collapsed again. By the time the rescue team reached her, she was already…” His voice cracked, and he fell silent. My mind went blank. ‘Cathy is dead?’ I thought. She had died, buried beneath the ruins once again. But the person she saved this time was no longer me.

Sebastian frowned. “Rose, what are you smiling at? “Are you trying to put me on the spot so I’ll have no choice but to take your mother along?” I opened the suitcase without looking at him. “Don’t worry. My mother and I won’t affect your spots on Noah’s Ark.” I began emptying drawers into the suitcase, then swept the souvenirs from the cabinet straight into the trash. When the apocalypse was here, everything became garbage, including love.

I prayed that this gamble would buy me a second chance. Debris floated everywhere in the murky floodwater, dangerous objects drifting aimlessly, just waiting to injure anyone in their path. I was lucky—every time something rushed toward me, I managed to dodge at the last second. However, a wooden plank came barreling through the current, cutting through the water like a weapon aimed straight at me. My instincts kicked in, and I dove beneath the surface, holding my breath just in time to avoid the impact. I remembered that there had been a long gash on Victoria's arm when they recovered her body. It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank

“The statistics were against you. You got lucky.” How many people does she know that have died from anything other than natural causes? Growing up, how many children did she know that ended up slitting their wrists or throwing themselves out windows because they couldn’t take their lives anymore? All my life I’ve witnessed death. I’ve lived with it and brushed past it in the hall, knowing it could come for me any second. No amount of apologising can make me forget the fear I felt. Or the loneliness. It can’t give back all of the tears I cried or the eighteen years I spent festering in hell before a Sario rescued me. A Sario. Of all people, I found salvation in a Sario.

Suddenly, memories that she didnt know she owned began to flow into her, she remembered the reason she wanted to speak to Travis on the ship, she remembered the reason she went on that school trip, she remembered everything clearly now, she even remembered things that didn't happen to her. Tears leak out of her eyes, when she was suddenly reminded of the ending of the book, and since Ethan talked about them being characters of the book, she knew she was in the last chapter, and she also knew that she was going to die again, and there is nothing Ethan could do about it. It had always been her fate to die, she remember clearly, Valentina died from a stab wound, from Travis and when Ethan got

My mother pressed a hand to her mouth, tears immediately welling in her eyes, seeing the magnitude of the concurrent losses. "The death of the woman who saved me, the death of my own mother, and the accusations of the fraud were too much. The stress and the grief... it triggered a miscarriage. I lost Killian's son, Zachary, the day I lost my mother and the day Camille was killed." Nova finished, her voice breaking on the memory. The silence in the hospital room was absolute, a heavy, devastating vacuum. My mother stumbled forward, collapsing into the chair Nova had just vacated. Her face was bleached white, the condescending matriarch completely shattered by the reality of the tragedy.

“Is that why you saved me from drowning? Is that why you refused to fly during volatile weather? Saul looked everywhere else in the room but Sophia because he didn't have the courage to look at her and find out what was working in her mind. If she is smart she would get the clue with the information he gave that he and Greg are the same. Nevertheless, it was the best time in his life. She immediately went and hugged him. “You are a very noble person to help the needy. Not all have such big hearts. I'm sorry for everything that happened to you. But I will say you're very lucky for being bestowed with caring parents. Each one is born on this earth carrying his own destiny. Greg met with a simi