Survival Romance Novels & Stories

HELENA The elder hesitated, his eyes darting around before falling on me again. I wasn’t backing down. I needed the truth. “She fell in love.” the answer caught me completely off guard. “She met a traveller from the outside village.” He continued. “She wanted a life beyond this place. She believed distance could weaken what was inside her.”

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy. [Survival is not easy. Please keep working hard.] The ghost bride's name really was Ximena. I glanced at the top of her head. There was a gaping hole, and inside it sat a rusty nail. A chill ran down my spine. However, that brief hesitation was enough for Ximena's expression to turn icy. "Guards. Cut this groom into pieces and serve him to the guests." Not far away, a bloated, grotesque puppet slowly sharpened the blade in its hand. The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

Aaron stepped forward slightly. “Then what am I supposed to hear?” he asked. Silence. Zayden looked at him fully now. And for the first time, his voice softened slightly. “You are alive,” he said. “That is what matters.” Aaron held his gaze. But inside, something cracked quietly. Because survival was not the same as peace. And Zayden Blackwood, for all his certainty, did not yet seem to understand that difference. A long silence stretched between them. Finally, Zayden spoke again.

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”

“You don’t look like a woman who just had her nightmare killed.” I swallowed hard. “Maybe because nightmares don’t die that easily.” She tilted her head. “And maybe because you’re not sure if the man who killed him is still the one you love.” The truth of it made my chest ache. I blinked away tears, refusing to let them fall in front of her. “I love him. That’s not the question.” “No,” she said softly. “The question is whether you can survive him.” Her words cut too close. I looked down at my hands, at the faint scars from nights when the world had been too much. I had survived so much already. But Saint was different. Loving him wasn’t like surviving. It was like drowning and breathing all

Ronin held me tightly against his body and told me how much he loved me and that I was his for now and forever. Finally, I gave myself to the person I truly loved and I was feeling so happy. After a long time, I felt alive and rejuvenated. Now I knew what sex truly meant if you do it with the right person and that too your soulmate and Ronin and I were soulmates bonded by heart, soul and now body too. I loved him with all my heart and soul without him my existence meant nothing, I meant nothing. I was like a dead soul for the past eight years; walking and eating but I was dead from inside.

Later, after the reception, the speeches that seemed to drag on forever, and the dancing… they were alone in the honeymoon suite of the hotel room at last. Chase turned on the radio player and soft music filled the room. Red rose petals were strewn about on the bed and the floor and perfumed the room. “Who knew you were such a romantic?” Christine giggled with her arms around his neck as he gently swayed them to the music. “Have I told you today that I love you, Mrs. Ward?” He tilted her face to look into her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled back up at him. “Only a hundred times, but I would never get tired of hearing you say it, Mr. Ward.”

I flashed her a small smile as we moved. “I understand… let’s just get through this.” She said. “Hang in there.” It was Rick’s voice next as he clasped his own palm around my other arm and we walked out through the wrought gate with the others. My gaze diverted to where Stella’s body and blood had been with last night’s memory still so fresh in my mind. For some reason, I was going to miss her each time I thought of her. “We survived two games so far, we can survive two more.” Kim shook me.