The Woman Who Survived Him Novels & Stories

She said it flatly, the way Kael had described the drainage system, information delivered without decoration because decoration would have made it about her rather than about what happened. "Mine, and one other. We knew each other. Fought beside each other more than once before that night." "What happened to them," I asked. "Killed. All of them. That night." Something moved behind her eyes, brief, gone before I could hold onto what it was. "I told your Mara I was the only one who survived it standing. That's true, as far as I ever learned. But surviving standing and surviving whole aren't the same thing, and it took me a long time to understand the difference."

" Well, from the time he was a young teen he found himself always dreaming of a girl who looked almost like him so he drew her picture and gave it to his assistants and instructed them to find her, even after years of futile search he was still determined to find her and he did but when he found her it was almost too late as she was in the pool of her blood. " " Oh my! She committed suicide indeed. So how did she survive? " " Since the cut on her wrist wasn't too deep, she managed to survive it. " " Thankfully. " " Hm, but she only woke up a month after. " " Why did she only wake up a month after? She was cured already, right? " " She was but she actually didn't want to wake up but only woke

But she’s tall and fit. “This woman? Who could she be?” Winter shook her head. One thing I know was she mentioned that she had a son and a daughter. Her husband was killed while protecting her. She had a soft voice… a very warm one. It felt like a motherly voice. “I see. She saved you in the dark?” Yes. I saw her scar from a glimpse of a light. But if ever I see her out somewhere, I’ll remember my savior.

he said, “that doesn’t ask permission.” ‎I swallowed hard. ‎ ‎“And Valeria?” I whispered. ‎ ‎His voice was cold. ‎ ‎“She’s the only woman who ever survived loving me.” ‎ ‎My breath caught. ‎ ‎“And she’s back.” ‎

It's such a big fuck you to everyone who ever dared to hurt her, even if they're dead. This woman has survived more than most. And it's an honor to call her my wife. THE END ************************************************************************************************************** Thank you to everyone for reading this story! I highly appreciate it and can't wait to write more! I would be honored if you would take some time and leave a review, I would love to hear from you!

It was everything I had needed all along, and I had it now, and I was keeping it. What remains is not the damage. What remains is the woman who survived it. And she is just getting started.

he replied, "My grandfather, he survived one" "Really?" The woman's eyes were filled with light, she felt that there was hope for her mother, but the cruel voice in her head told her that there was very little chance that her mother would survive, because it was not only cancer that was killing her, and even if it had been only cancer, it would still be horrible. "Yes... but it was a miracle that he survived". "Did he… you know… chemotherapy?"

"I thought that the stories of people living past their expiration date were merely folklore. Are you sure she's expired? How has she managed to stay alive till now? " "I don't know if she has managed to stay alive. Everyone who knows about it is unaware of her predicament. She's the only person this has happened to in history. We just have to accept her for who she is now." She looked down, trying to process everything I had just said. I thread my fingers through hers. "She would be fine. She's a survivor, and she has Jonas and Kayden by her side. Besides, we have a long life ahead of us to worry about. Don't you think so? "

I’m ready for whatever action she chooses “There’s something you need to know before I go” she said. The smoke continues to come out of her body “What’s that?” I asked ready to defend myself “You were not the only one that survived the accident. Your son is alive, Mason” She said before disappearing from her body “Wait!” I stand confused

Because… "Oh God..." Sandra caught my elbow before my knees could give way. "He survived." Those two words were enough to keep me standing. "He survived," she repeated softly. I swallowed against the lump in my throat. "Take me to him." She nodded. We walked down the quiet ICU corridor, each step felt heavier than the last. Outside one of the private intensive care rooms stood two people. An aged man and woman. Both dressed impeccably despite looking like they hadn't slept. The woman clutched a rosary so tightly her knuckles had turned white.