Survive The Night Novels & Stories

Every piece. And you will carry it forward. And it will survive. We will survive. We hummed in the cold clear night. The stars were extraordinary. The frost was on the grounds, and the after was good.

"I'll do this once and only once… I'll throw you a bone, isn't that what it's called? Do you a solid? A favor? And give you one goal this evening, one thing to set your small misinformed mind toward." I waited in anticipation. "Survive," he said softly. "Just survive. And when the flames threaten to take you higher and higher, give in. When the heat scorches you from the inside out, when tears no longer come, when the need is all you can contemplate… you survive." He stood and shrugged, as if he hadn't just scared the crap out of me. "Oh, and also? It would probably be good to call for your mate…" He offered a haphazard shrug. "When it's time."

Makes you capable of things you never imagined. I close my eyes. Let Isla work. Trust the crew to get me to Silas. Eighteen hours until Mordaunt's deadline. Eighteen hours to recover enough to make decision. Eighteen hours to figure out if tonight's victory bought us freedom or just postponed slavery. The pain fades. Drugs working. Healing starting. I survived the death match. Killed Gregor. Won five thousand pounds. Now I just need to survive my injuries. Survive the assassins arriving tonight. Survive Mordaunt's deadline tomorrow. One impossible thing at a time. That's all survival ever is.

She found a phone and turned on the song I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor, but she decided to change some words as she sang “At first I was afraid..I was petrified…kept thinking I would never live once you got me inside..but then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong..and I grew strong…so now you’re dead…and I don’t care…I won’t be letting anyone survive from inside of here…” She kept walking and singing even as she was shot

I was betrayed and left alone to die. I was lonely crying at night calling for my mother to save me; calling my brother to save; calling my father to save me but no one came to help me. Slowly I was dying from inside; all I wanted to do was to end my life. A life where there was no light for me; no hope for me; no love and care for me; no support for me. I lost the hope to survive; I lost the hope to live a happy healthy and normal life. Everything around me was dark but still there was something in me telling me to fight; to stand up for myself.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

I am not going to die like this. I sat staight up in my bed, gasping for air. My hands frantically searched my body, feeling for signs of distress. Sunlight peeked through the cracks of the curtains. My bedside clock says 7am. My midterm is for 8:30, leaving me an hour and a half before I have to be there. I took a moment and sturdied my core. I climbed out of bed and walked over to my window that faced the street. The squad car was pulling off down the road. The Chief's black SUV had taken it's place. I had hoped that I would get up and all of it would have just been one big nightmare. That's not the case, though. Lucky me.

Tomorrow she’d take next steps toward the trial. Tonight, she’d just be here. With Damien. Safe. That was all she could manage. All she needed to manage. For tonight. One night at a time. One day at a time. One breath at a time. Until the trial. Then through it. Then beyond it. Surviving. Always surviving. Forever surviving. Until survival became actual recovery. Eventually. Someday. Soon.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

Every choice I’d made up to this point had brought us here, but I knew in my gut that survival was far from guaranteed. Elliot’s hand stayed on mine, steadying me. “We survived this,” he whispered. “We can survive anything together.” Marcus’s jaw tightened. “She’s not finished. Watch her.” I glanced at Liam, who gave me a small, grim nod. We were all in agreement: the night was far from over, and the real tests were still ahead. The warehouse lights flickered, then went out completely, plunging us into darkness once more. I felt my stomach drop.