Survivor Novels & Stories

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.

I'm Aubrey, what can i do for you" i ask him, getting tired of the conversation my tommy had started to hurt again He looks at me and dusts his tailored suit "I want you to be my Surrogate "

“You tried. And you failed. Everything good in me—everything human—survived despite you.” He paused then. And for a flicker of a second, I saw something shift in his face. Regret? Doubt? It passed too quickly to be sure. “Maybe,” he admitted quietly. “But the others—they weren’t so lucky.” I stepped closer. “The others. The girls on that list.” He nodded, eyes tired. “Most are gone. Terminated by the program or lost to their conditioning. But one—Subject Eight—she survived.” My stomach twisted.

She could not be weak. Audrey raised her face again. "Daniel, accept the fact that Kenzie's twin sister did not survive. You don't need to think about things that won't be possible." At least Audrey wasn't lying when she said that Kenzie's twin sister didn't survive. Audrey gave birth to three babies and one of them did not survive. "How can I not be hopeful when the thing I thought was impossible is finally possible." Audrey frowned, not understanding Daniel's words.

recalling that night! TBC Comment and vote for His Surrogate.

I will live for her and my other siblings we will live together Ashna and siblings. End of flashback

Alive. *

It was to survive. To be continued....

No one moved. Tess shook her head violently. “No.” Noah whispered, “It’s never that easy.” Jax cracked his neck. “Only one way to find out.” Elara helped an injured survivor stand. “We should stay together.” Mira finally spoke. “That depends.” Lena frowned. “Depends on what?” Mira looked toward the open door. “Whether the next level wants teams…” Her words died. Because the screen changed again. And every survivor looked up. Frozen. A list of names appeared.

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.