Survivor Palahniuk Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Mikhail’s jaw ticked. “When she saw me, she screamed—same as I did. I looked down…” Nikolai swallowed, the picture of a man forcing himself to relive horror. “…and the Pakhan was already on the floor, stabbed. She… she tried to kill him, Mikhail. Thank God he survived.” Mikhail’s voice turned colder than a Siberian winter. “Ella would never do such a thing. You all know how she reacted when she was forced to kill that man who nearly took my life. She may be feisty, yes—but she is not a murderer.”

“Now six more men will accompany you to check every mansion for survivors.” Once the twelve men set afoot in pairs to multiple directions, Mary and the men began marching towards the passage connecting the noble and commoner district, they rest from time to time, accumulating strength for a struggle later. “Up ahead!” Norman exclaimed. “How many?” Mary asked. “More than a hundred, your highness.” Norman clutched the grip of his sword, their lives depends on whether Mary ordered them to move forward and fight. He was, however, surprised when Mary told him to step aside. She stood in front of the group and chanted the same language from earlier. This time, flames erupted from the ground, consu

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

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

"How do you know that?" "Because I've seen it before. I've seen what people like him do to good women." His eyes held mine. "And I've seen women like you survive it." I stared at him, tears still running down my cheeks. "Emma." His voice was low. Gentle. "You survived the apocalypse. You survived the end of the world. You survived dying and coming back. Do you really think Daniel's rejection is what will break you?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "It won't break me."

After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat. In the story, right before we reached the government's underground bunker, Hudson abandoned me. Without laws, the monsters roaming the wasteland were far more terrifying than the heat. I fell into the hands of raiders and met a miserable end. The sudden download of information made my head spin. As Hudson reached out to hand me the ice, I instinctively swatted his hand away. "Don't! I... I don't want it anymore." Silence fell over the RV. Maybe he was so used to my dramatic mood swings that nothing surprised him anymore. He looked at his reddened hand and shook his head in resignation.

"It collapsed. The whole building collapsed! If you hadn't gotten me out, we would've been crushed!" She sobbed, terrified and relieved to be alive. I gently patted her back. In my last life, I'd cried in front of this same pile of rubble. Except back then, I'd been lying in a pool of blood with a shattered leg. In my last life, Tristan had stood over me without a scratch, staring down with pity. This time, our places had flipped. Rescue crews flooded the campus. The excavators couldn't get through, so rescuers and search dogs dug through the rubble by hand.

I mutter as I continue reading more ridiculous clauses. “Excuse me? What did you say?” Evren asks me. Only then do I notice he's no longer sitting in his office chair but is now resting comfortably on the sofa across from me, his lips curved downward. Damn shit, why does he still look so mouthwatering? This should be a sin! Being gorgeous, I mean. If I thought the first clauses were bad, I definitely wasn’t ready for what I was about to see. –Surrogate will eat food approved by the boss' nutritionist and nothing else.

To get me out of the way for Simon Luther, the man who steals my position as heir of the Luther family, the three young women my dad took in as children and raised alongside me work together to send me to prison. "Once you get out of jail, one of us will marry you—but on one condition. You'd better take this secret to the grave." To stop me from revealing the truth, the three women even fed me a drug that rendered me mute. As the years go by, the endless and inhumane torment I endure in prison slowly destroys what feelings and affection I have for the three women I once considered my sisters. When we meet again, I watch impassively as the three of them fight to win the auction that gives