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I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

What if that family is the source of a child's grief, suffering, and abuse? So, how will that child deal with and survive her torturous life, which is the source of her tears? How is that child going to shape her life and future? A family which is also the key to her life is the one breaking her apart; how can she trust people and feel secure if she cannot trust her only family and feel safe within. As the above phrase describes "Family was supposed to be my haven but it's also the place where I got my deepest heartache from" This is my story, my "Survival Journey"!

"There were other supernovas, but they all died. The title has not been given until now. Your baby is the next supernova, and a prophecy is attached to her. Only the gods can protect her." The parents were understandably shaken, but they knew they would do anything to protect their baby girl. "We'll leave the city for her safety," the mother declared. The father nodded, "Whatever it takes to protect her." "And let's name her Alyssa," the mother added. "Alyssa," the father repeated, "Welcome to the world, little one."

I chuckled as we walk back. That's right, Mikael is my half after all... Mikael I looked at Mikaela who was asleep on our bed. It was currently night time and I am about to read a book before bed. That's right, I remembered that moment too... It was night time and mother made Mikaela drink a big bottle of poison. And of course, she fell ill that I thought she would not survive... Mikaela... She's the only one I have other than my siblings...

He immediately swam over and used his dagger to cut me free before pulling me toward the surface. His face was pale, and the wound on his arm was soaked white from the water. The bandage around his right leg was stained with fresh blood. Yet he had a firm grip on me as if afraid I might get hurt again. "I'm sorry I couldn't find your ring." There was no way the ring would be my main priority at a time like this. Though it was important, it couldn't compare to a person's life. "Come on. Let us take you to the keeper's."

The evil plan to kill Virginia was about to be executed. Few days ago, Lusiana with Miller and Vincent have been searching for the best candidate to do their plan. It was quite hard to find someone who was willing to sacrifice their life to do a suicide. But then, Vincent coincidentally spotted someone who might be the best candidate for the plan.

There is a new book, "Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy. It is about a surrogate mother and her twins. You will find this book in my profile.

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

Two of the boys stared at me with pure hatred. Alarm shot through me. I instinctively turned to leave, but Dominic blocked the doorway. "Where are you going? You just got back. Vanessa even made chili. Put your stuff down and come eat." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the living room. She disappeared into the kitchen, then returned carrying a pot of violently bubbling red broth. My heart pounded like a drum. I remembered how, in my last life, that scalding chili had been dumped over me, burning my skin open, and the pain had been unbearable. Was I really unable to escape it again?

You didn't starve to death. I could not take it anymore. "Mom, do you know how I've been surviving this semester? On handouts from my roommate and digging through trash for leftover food! And today, if my advisor hadn't been kind enough to buy me a meal, I probably would've collapsed and ended up in the hospital!" I thought hearing about what I had been through might change her mind. Instead, she let out a scornful laugh. "So what, you're trying to brag to me about your good luck? How you ran into a nice roommate and a nice advisor?