Survive 100 Mga Nobela at Kwento

He raised his glass. "To the deadies who refuse to stay dead. May you survive what's coming. Or at least die spectacularly." We raised our glasses. "To survival."

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

Hope that I would die, so that the world would survive. Flashback Over

When he returned to the chalet, a pot of hot soup, a plate of mashed potatoes, and two white porcelain bowls were on the table. Finn happily waved, "Come here for breakfast." Uri sat down at the table, marveling at Finn's cooking. "You're so good. If it were me, this soup wouldn't be edible." "I had no place to live, always had to run away. I would have died long ago if I couldn't care for myself." Finn scooped up a bowl of soup and set it down in front of Uri. "You eat it, and I'll teach you how to survive in the forest."

Anyway, I will continue to survive. ☼☼☼☼☼

I smiled and hug him "It's okay since that how you want it" we while away some time while sipping our coffee when I overheard the ladies on the next table discussing which I listen to them "Have you heard that Charlie's wife is looking for a surrogate?"the lady by the right asked her friend "Are you serious?"the other lady asked surprised "Yes, and the interested part is that she's willing to pay any amount of money if you're ready to become her surrogate" she replies "That's serious. I think I will go maybe I will be lucky" the other lady says

"You know when you wish me back," he began. I hummed to show I was listening but my heart began to race. I was afraid about the wish, what if it didn't work properly? What if Death really had tricked me? "Do you think we'll remember each other? Remember all of this? And how will it work? Will I wake up right before they bury me? Or maybe we'll go back to New Year's Eve and the killer will have a change of heart? In that case, we might not remember each other. I hope that's not true. I'd like to be your friend while I'm- you know...alive."

Dante continued quietly. "Then let's say he's right." Silence. Aruna stared. "What?" "You heard me." His voice remained calm. Steady. Certain. "Let's say part of you learned to survive through violence." The tunnel seemed to hold its breath. Dante stepped closer. "So what?" Lucien frowned slightly. For the first time. Aruna looked confused. Dante continued. "Do you know how many people survive terrible things because they adapt?" No answer came.

"One less mouth to feed. You will last a few more days." Dad read the words on the wall out loud, his lips trembling as he shaped each one. Every single word landed like a slap across the face he was so proud of. He had taught me selfishness, taught me coldness, taught me that in a world like this, all that mattered was keeping yourself alive. He truly believed he had built the perfect survivalist, someone who would do whatever it took to stay breathing.

to survive, hoping that the chaos would not destroy everything at once. *