Survivor Romances Novels & Stories

“I doubt it, Carrie accepted me. I told her everything, she still chose to be with me.” “Yeh, but you never had that bastard Ricky out to try and kill her. You also never had to compete with your own cousin for the woman you love.” LOVE! I know I just heard a whole conversation right there but the only word registering in my head right now is love. Was that Roman saying he loves me? Wait someone was trying to kill me? I knew I was in trouble when I was almost kidnapped but someone was actually trying to kill me and what the hell did Santos tell Carrie?

The sight reminded me that I had a child with a one-night crawler and there was a tendency for my child to be a vampire as well. “Scarlet focus and get me the antibiotics!” One of the eldest doctors, Mirabel yelled at me. Although she wasn't always like this, she loved me and I loved her too. She was Liam’s mother. Liam was my boyfriend. I still did not know how to explain to Liam that I constantly had sex in dreams with the same man who purposely killed my mother. It was useless, I wouldn't tell him. We were able to treat the bite on the lady’s neck and we were sure she wouldn't die from the bite.

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 stepped closer, invading my space until I could smell the lingering scent of the biohazard fire on his clothes. "Do you think I chose you for this surrogacy because you were a perfect medical match, Elena? I have ten thousand candidates on file with better pelvic metrics and cleaner histories. I chose you because you were that thermal signature. You were the only variable that survived the Moore massacre. I didn't want a surrogate. I wanted the survivor." My hand tightened on the blade. The 3-2-1 count was a roar in my head. He had known. All of it. The contract, the fragile girl from the slums, the accidental pregnancy—it was all a cage he had built around the one woman who had a reason

"Necessary. Not romantic. Not..." "Romance is for people who aren't being hunted by a psychopath." I traced patterns on his skin. "We get...survival sex. War sex. The 'we might die tomorrow so let's feel alive today' sex." "I can live with that." He kissed my temple. "As long as I get to keep having it." "Keep me alive and you will." "Deal." We showered together. Another round against the tile wall. Quieter this time. More....tender.

Sometimes she didn't even realize how much those words hurt. Other times, I wasn't so sure. Each comment felt like another reminder of what I couldn't do. Another reminder of my failure. One evening, after dinner, I sat alone in the garden. The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin. David joined me shortly afterward. Neither of us spoke for a while. Then he suddenly said, "What do you think about a surrogate?" I looked at him. "A surrogate?" He nodded. "It could work." My heart skipped. The idea had crossed my mind before.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

🗨️I'll be glad to be your partner doc. 💊 Ryan's POV💊 Susan sent a message to me the following morning that Alex and Jasmine will be coming together for the World Neurological Societies program. At first, I had no interest in that news. But a thought came in. 'Alex, you'll destroy yourself this time. I'll not touch you.' I thought. 💊Alex's POV💊 The day of is here and we're already in Brazil. I was glad to see the beautiful lady that rescued us during the fire outbreak. What's her name again? Yes, Emma.

She was the only one in the current round of women running, and my brother seemed to think that would make her a popular target. The idea made my stomach twist and anger course through me. If I found anyone with her, I’d break them in half. The rules said I couldn’t take a woman from another hunter if they were in a cottage, but anything before that was fair game. I wasn’t sure if I’d let a little thing like their rules stop me from rescuing her from another so-called hunter if I knew she was in a cottage with one. Rescue might be a subjective term, since I wasn’t about to let her go merrily on her way. There was no scenario I could imagine where Anya left this island a virgin, and the only

"Only one person will walk out of here alive and I'm going to allow you to choose who that will be. Of course, I'm not sparing your life. I hate traitors more than anything. But, look on the bright side, you could save one of these women. And yes, you'd have to kill the other with your bare hands. So who's it gonna be? Juniper Laurent or your sister?" Adrien hesitated, looking from one woman to the other. He knew he couldn't bring himself to murder his sister. He couldn't care less about his own life— or others, to be honest. Camille had to survive no matter what. She was all he cared about in this world. His attention turned fully on Juniper, who was breathing heavily, barely able to stand