Survivor Book Novels & Stories

"You left me stranded overseas for four years, fully aware that I almost died multiple times trying to track you down. You didn't lift a finger. You just sat back and treated my survival like a joke. "Since the day I landed, I've told you repeatedly that we're done and I'm not marrying you. So, which one of us is playing games?" Damian tried to justify himself, his voice wavering. "I knew you were abroad, but there's no way you actually went to the front lines. You're just a girl—" "What about it?" Sebastian cut him off, his gaze darkening. "The woman you're talking about repeatedly ran straight into heavy fire, risking her life to report from active war zones.

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

Everything I’ve known all these while were all lies. I took a shaky step back, my body barely holding me up. “No…” I whispered. “And.. that prenup you signed?” She threw in casually “was actually a surrogacy form!” Her smile widened. My head spun aggressively.. Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Vivianne tilted her head, watching me like I was entertainment. “You see,” she continued casually, “Adrian loves me. Very much.” Her fingers brushed his arm possessively.

I stood in the psychology section for a long time, and in the end, I bought a book called Post-Traumatic Growth. The book was thick, and I read about ten pages a day. By the thirtieth day, I wrote a line on a blank page. "I'm not a victim. I'm a survivor." Levi came over to my place for dinner and noticed the book. "How's it going?" he asked. "I'm learning," I answered. "Learning how to breathe again." A year later, the book signing event for my new release took place at the city library. The book recounted my actual experiences and was published under a pen name.

Hey everyone Thank you so much for reading book two in the surviving my fate series. I am currently working on book three Surviving My Blood as well as some other books in the series. Surviving my blood will start having chapters posted on a weekly basis and the first chapter is already up. It will also be the final book in Kaydence and Dominics story as the other books will focus on the other Allied Alphas and them finding their mates. I am also working on book two to For the Love of Death which I have titled For the Children of Death and that will also have weekly chapters posted. I am also planning to work on a murder myster novel that my grandmother inspired me to write which is called M

she, in turn rolled her eyes at me, and I ignored her of course. Max was rather unique. She was damaged yes but there was a lot people didn’t know about her. She was strong, she survived Michael. I just hope she can survive running from my family, because that’s all she had been doing all her life. Running from herself and her family. ‘I’m sure she can survive this’ “Umm….don’t you think we should…” I was about to propose when my sister cut me off, probably reliving Max’s memories to understand her more. I wanted to distract her, to give Max a head start.

He made it his personal mission to find out all about his obsession. He watched her blue eyes turn cloudy, knew she had survivor’s guilt, and he had a million ways to use it. “A sister. She died.” Christine said, taking a sip of water. “Technically then you are also an only child, like me,” he said. She nodded. “I guess so.” ***

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”