Survivor Book Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand. ‘It is unloaded, and the safety is on. It isn’t my first time holding a gun.’ She said, reaching for the MRE packets and reading them. I went to the small bathroom and checked the faucet and lo and behold there was running water still. Alice came to see when she heard the sound of water. ‘What is that place?’ She signed her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. I chuckled. “I think this place belonged to one of those survivalists, but I guess he wasn’t living in this world anymore.” Alice hummed and went back to the supply room.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

I was sure my tracks were covered, but somewhere I missed a step and I led them straight to the only family I had left. Tony never let up, I was sure my cover was blown, but nothing ever changed. I was still in the same meetings, even the secret ones that I should never have been a part of. As time went on I knew I needed to fast track my plans. One by one I took each family member out, drowning, cut brake lines, fishing accidents, my favorite was making them eat one of their family members in a dinner I personally cooked for the remainder during a family viewing after a funeral. Their cousin Joey had been staring at me, as if he’d seen who I really was, what I was really doing there.. Like

It's not my fault high school is an episode of Survivor. When the zombies come crawling for their brains, I will be the last human to remember history. I'm excited to be an oracle and pass down history through oral tradition. You're welcome, peasants. You'll be glad I read it all then. "I don't care what your name is, really," Kelly says as she rips my romance novel from my hands. "Give that back. That's my favorite novel." Kelly moves her arms in all directions keeping my novel from me. Her minions, Alexa, and Tia, watch with giggles flying from their asses.

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

I scrambled for the remote as the woman’s voice droned out behind me. I couldn't stand horror stories and especially not when it's close to nightfall and I was all alone in a dark bedroom in an unfamiliar town. But the woman’s crisp voice kept going. “There’s an ongoing medical trial tagged as ‘Resurrection therapy’. It’s said to use advanced medical methods to bring people back from irreversible conditions. It’s run by an anonymous program claiming to have legal backing and lots of people have been reported missing or found unconscious in strange places after applying” The remote slipped through my fingers to the floor and I screamed as chills ran through me.

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"The fish-boy is alive. He’s in the deep." Titus let out a low, rumbling grunt, his dark eyes opening to stare at the grated ceiling. The sounds of Lions patrolling the corridors above echoed faintly, interspersed with the distant, terrifying shrieks of the Feral King tearing through the upper wards. "The Scribe survived the fall," Titus rasped, a deep, tectonic satisfaction in his voice. "The Council thinks they have him buried. But they do not understand the nature of water, little Smasher."