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She jeered. "I want to see my mum!" He screamed louder fighting to live. He kept releasing long heavy breaths and his eyes were closely getting shut. Angel saw him fight to live and quietly kept the food she was munching. Her bottle of water on her laps, fell onto the floor releasing a light thud causing his eyes to pop up again, then died slowly afterwards.

The damage done to Norris was instantly healed and both men felt that their bodies changed tremendously as great strength has sprung from within like unstoppable rivers on a flood. A book then appears on each person's hand. It was quite magical as there were glowing symbols flowing on the cover that would change from time to time. "Acquaint with your new strength and train using that book's teachings," the man then disappeared before their very eyes. "Are we going to really follow that monster," Norris fervently asked his fellow survivors. "Don't speak like that Norris," the leader said alarmed. "Why, are you a believer of that monster now?" Norris continued raging.

He has a large smile on his face. Elizabeth chuckles then she comments on David’s personality. “You took in Bob and sheltered him. You even took the time to teach him how to communicate with you. I’m surprised that you can think so ruthlessly.” David remembers saving Bob but he also knows that if he wasn’t ruthless, he would have been dead. ~It was how I survived.~ “Come again?” ~I survived because I was ruthless.~ Elizabeth finishes covering David’s wounds with the herbs. “Well… keep being ruthless… what was it? Be as sharp as a sword but be as light as a feather??”

He, the strong man, the rock of my life, reduced to begging my tormentors for my survival. I felt weak. A part of me wanted to let go, close my eyes and let myself sink into the dark to escape this torment. But the other part – the strongest, the fiercest – was screaming at me: Hold on. Don't fall. Don't give them this victory. Your baby must live. You must live.

REMARKS "Ocean is strong power Ocean is our life If you won't be able to Survive against its wave You die" ****************************** is not a fairytale love story; rather, it is a story about a girl's strength, courage, struggle, happiness and joy, pain and sorrow, memories, willpower, survival to fight, endearment, abuses she has experienced throughout her life, light and hope she has in her, and determination to improve her life. So accompany her on her life's journey to see how she became the powerful alpha woman she is now, despite the pain she endured during her childhood and adolescence.

Something colder. Something stronger. Something that didn’t need anyone— To survive.

William or Elena will have it. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the tension ease slightly. Then I opened them, firm, resolute. William had underestimated me. Elena had misjudged me. And the empire our. empire was mine and Xavier to protect. No one would take it from us. Not William. Not Elena. Not anyone. Because I had learned the one lesson that mattered in the world of power: the strongest survive. And the cleverest win.

The mate bond hummed with contentment, and I felt his emotions bleeding through—pride, affection, and underneath it all, that fierce protectiveness that made my wolf purr. "You keep calling yourself weak," he said softly, his fingers playing with my hair. "But Sera, weak people don't survive what you survived. Weak people don't document their abuse knowing no one might ever believe them. Weak people don't show mercy to their tormentors when they could have demanded blood." "That's different," I protested. "That was just—survival isn't strength, it's just... existing." "No." His voice was firm. "Survival *is* strength. Especially the way you did it—without losing your kindness, without becomi

“We’ve all heard too many of those. Too many promises broken by war, too many oaths drowned in blood.” Murmurs. But no one interrupted. I took a deep breath. “But I will say this — we survived. Not because we were the strongest, not because we were lucky. We survived because we chose to keep going. Even when it hurt. Even when it felt impossible.” My gaze swept across them. Faces lined with history. Faces filled with cautious hope.

I admitted, shaking where I stood as I prayed I would not be thrown back out to the wolves to die now after everything I had just survived. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and