Survive The Night Novels & Stories

He states and I nod. “Okay….um… here’s all you need to know about the target” I hand him the brown file in front of me. “Andy Dumont, twenty six years old, South Carolina, born on the fourth of May 1998, only surviving child of her Mother” He lists and leans forward, resting both arms on the table. “Your file would not justice to the kind of information I would be needing sir” He politely said, “Our company would take care of it”

My whole body feels achy. I was still awake, especially in my head. But I don't want to disturb the person in my room now in the hospital. When I was sleeping, I felt like I was being bullied and I was on the brink of death. And all I want is to survive, to wake up and to keep on fighting, even though my situation is very difficult today.

She turned and ran once more, her determination driving her forward despite the exhaustion that threatened to engulf her. The night was far from over, and Erica's fight for survival had only just begun. With each step, she clung to the glimmer of hope that flickered within her heart, determined to outrun her pursuers and find her way back to safety. Little did she know that the horrors she had faced were just a prelude to a much larger battle, one that would test her courage, resilience, and the strength of her spirit. The night held secretes. The night was far from over, and Erica's fight for survival had only just begun. With each step, she clung to the glimmer of hope that flickered withi

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

he inquired. I gave a nod. “Yes. Why?” He extended his hand in front of me and greeted me with a handshake. “Howdy, Zach. Hello, my name is Azrail,” he made a gesture toward the lady sitting next to him. “Her name is Dabria, and we’ll pick you up and transport you to the site of the Live Suicide.” “Nice to meet you,” was all I could say since the inertia of the situation had not yet dawned on me. Apart from the fact that this limited edition automobile was in front of me, I couldn’t believe Live Suicide existed in the world at all.

And when those attacked tried to get away, they mysteriously lost their footing and had to watch helplessly as axes hacked into their skulls and hammers crushed their bodies into meat patties. In nothing but a few seconds, the twelve had been reduced to four. The two Low Level Nightmares were amongst the four survivors, whilst the other two were Peak Pseudo Nightmares. “Regroup,” Camila ordered and took several steps back herself. Nasir and Chichi who stood to her side moved as well. Each one had his/her hand on their weapon, and their eyes remained glued to Mane. The four survivors quickly jumped back as well. They retreated as far back as their leaders, and stood behind them with pale expr

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

“I’ll stand with Serena for the ceremony, calm the De Lucas, and settle the child’s registration. Once this passes, I’ll marry you properly. You know I love you.” Serena gave a small, wounded smile. “Aria, Dante spent ten years saving you. Is helping him once really so much to ask?” The room fell quiet. That was her skill. She never needed to raise her voice; she only had to place the blade where it hurt. I waited for Dante to stop her. He did not. Instead, he said, “I know this is unfair, but I need you to endure it for a little while.” Endure. For ten years, I had endured treatment after treatment, the smell of disinfectant, and pain that made sleep impossible. I had endured because Dante

He has a large smile on his face. Elizabeth chuckles then she comments on David’s personality. “You took in Bob and sheltered him. You even took the time to teach him how to communicate with you. I’m surprised that you can think so ruthlessly.” David remembers saving Bob but he also knows that if he wasn’t ruthless, he would have been dead. ~It was how I survived.~ “Come again?” ~I survived because I was ruthless.~ Elizabeth finishes covering David’s wounds with the herbs. “Well… keep being ruthless… what was it? Be as sharp as a sword but be as light as a feather??”