Novel & Cerita Still Alive

"Good, everyone is here. Well, I guess I should start since I don't have a lot of time left.” I looked at everyone and said, “So it turns out that Ash is still alive.”

She didn’t answer. “Just fucking tell me,” I snapped, louder this time. My voice cracked again, but I didn’t care. She sighed. “He’s alive.” The relief hit me like a bullet to the chest. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand as tears instantly flooded my eyes again. “But barely,” she added coldly. I closed my eyes. Alive. Barely. I clung to that word. Alive. He was alive. “How could you…” I breathed, looking at her now. “How could you drag me away from him like that?”

We end the call, and I dial Maryo’s number. “I’ll be damned. Did hell freeze over?” my friend answers. I let out a chuckle. “Something like that.” “You sound different.” “I have news.” A wide smile spreads over my face. “Anya’s alive.” There’s a moment’s silence, and then Maryo cautiously asks, “What do you mean she’s alive?” “She’s living and breathing.” I chuckle again. “She never died.” “Xander,” Maryo’s voice is tense, “do you need me to come to New York? Maybe it’s time to see a doctor again.”

And today, this matter has come up from like nowhere. "She is alive?" Eleanor murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I thought... she is dead..." "She is very much alive," Kayden snapped, his tone curt and devoid of emotion. Eleanor felt a wave of disbelief wash over her at Kayden's revelation. The woman she had believed to be deceased was, in fact, still among the living. As she tried to process this shocking revelation, a flood of questions raced through her mind, each more urgent than the last.

All I know is what I feel in my gut and that is yes, she is alive and she is safe. “Dahlia where are you?”

" They're lies. He's not dead. Oliver Wulfric Sage, is still very much alive." "He's alive." I cried, like some mad inventor like had just stumbled on some plans he'd been coveting for a while. Or like a mad scientist that had just discovered something that would make him greater than Einstein. Whatever it was, I was glad because I was in the comfort of my own room to analyze the events and highlight of the day.

Alive. But not free. His wrists were raw. Dried blood under his nails. The cardboard sign in his hands was torn, smeared, shaking. RUN. Every part of her wanted to fall apart. Scream. Cry. Instead, she stood still. The quiet kind of still like the seconds before a glass shatters. Adrian stepped toward her. “What did he say?” “That he’s alive,” she whispered. “That you didn’t kill him.” Adrian’s shoulders dropped just slightly, like some invisible weight slipped loose but he didn’t look relieved.

If there weren’t so many other people I’d wonder if I hallucinated all of it. “My dad’s alive. I don’t know what she did, but his heart started again. Mom says he’s still in a bad way, it’ll be a long recovery. But he’s breathing and that’s more than he had been doing. Maybe he still had some light left somehow. Four more are now alive that they thought for dead but there’s still a dozen or so killed that were probably too far gone…” he trails off.

Ha, that didn't go unnoticed and didn't make them feel even the slightest bit happy but much more perturbed, restless and stiff the whole time. "Since we are all here, let me break the news that might make some of us here happy and some extremely heartbroken. Mika'il is not dead, he is alive and well." He dropped the bomb, closing his eyes for a second to not see what he doesn't want to. The room is now pin drop silent, not even the ones playing with their feet continued, it halted in a screeching stop. No one said anything for another five minutes before Mujaheed opened his mouth, "He is alive? How is that possible? We've prayed and buried his arm ourselves so how?" Exactly, what everyone h

And Damian whispered, voice trembling though his jaw was locked tight, “He’s still alive. He has to be.” The world still smelled faintly of smoke, even here in the safehouse. Nathan sat wrapped in bandages, the linen sticking uncomfortably to his skin where the burns were worst. He looked pale—too pale—and exhausted, but he was awake. Alistair sat across from him, leaning forward with that steady calm that could make a man believe in safety again. Ivy was curled up beside her brother, dozing lightly. From the next room came the sound of Maria’s labored breathing—fitful, but alive.