Today I Surrender Novels & Stories

His devilish words trailed off, leaving a chilling silence. My heart pounded fiercely in my chest as his thumb hovered over the post button. I glanced at Tom, unable to understand the expression that was etched on his face. Chris was about to click on it! His thumb hovered right above the button, and with the slightest touch, everything would disappear. Was Tom really willing to sacrifice his reputation just to keep my company? I never thought I could be so docile or willing to be docile until that moment when the stranger within me spoke. "I surrender," I blurted out.

Like he was seeing possibilities he’d never imagined existed. “No one has ever offered me mercy before,” Zeus said, his voice hoarse. “I’m offering it now,” Kiera said. “One time. One chance. What you do with it is up to you.” Zeus was silent for a long moment. I could see the internal struggle playing out across his features. Decades of rage and pain warring against the possibility of something different. Finally, he bowed his head. “I surrender.” The words fell like stones into still water, rippling out across the battlefield.

It never does. My hands tremble as I exhale. “What if…” My voice is quiet, hesitant. “What if it would be easier to just… stop fighting?” The air in the room shifts. Rigel stiffens beside me, his entire body going rigid. “What?” I hesitate, knowing the words will make it real. But they slip out anyway. “What if I surrendered?” The second I say it, a heavy silence falls over the room. The weight of my words settles over all of us like a crushing force.

"I don't have much time left. The doctors said I probably won't make it to my next birthday. I was wrong, Mila. "I regret it every single day. I failed you, and I failed our child. I received that box." He broke into a violent coughing fit. When it passed, he looked at me pleadingly and with teary eyes. "I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, Mila. I just have one final plea. I likely won't make it to my birthday this year.

For the first time in my life, I felt strangely free. I had spent so long trying to control everything; trying to be good enough, trying to make Ethan stay, trying to hide how broken I was. But here, being completely controlled, used, and passed around... I didn't have to think. I didn't have to decide. I didn't have to pretend. All I had to do was surrender. And somehow, that surrender felt liberating.

He frowned and opened the message. “Locker room. Same time tomorrow?” Zane stared at the screen. He knew exactly who the sender was. His thumb hovered over the keyboards. His heart started racing again. Yes or no? He should say no. Delete it. Block the number. That was the smart thing to do. But his fingers moved anyway. He typed one word and hit send before he could stop himself. “Yes.”

"I'm sorry for not trusting you. I closed my eyes tightly, hiding myself in the darkness caused by that. But no matter what I do, the shots still escape my eyes. "I'm sorry for going against your words, for trying to end my life even knowing that it's wrong. I'm sorry for being weak. I'm sorry..." I whispered accompanied by tears. "I'm surrendering. Everything left in me, I'm lifting it all to You. I'm surrendering my life to You."

With my breath hitched in my throat, I let my tears break loose in defeat. Despite the sharp pain near my neck, I remained mute. Not a sound left me as I completely surrendered myself to his might. I could feel my heart break into a million pieces as he claimed me that day, marking me for life. Succumbing to the pain, I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me. ***

Out of desperation, I banged my head to the tiled floor, wanting to wake my brain. "This is not the time, to act crazy kiddo..." I answered Koskov with a snarled look. I knew what he meant by his words. Our lives depended solely on me and if I break, it would be our desolation. "Let's surrender." I get up without waiting for their approval and run to the back door, raising my hands in the air. "Stop firing! We are surrendering!" I shouted in no one in particular-- almost insanely. On cue, the firing stopped at once and there left was the eerie tingling sound of open space. "And why the freaking hell would we want you three to be alive?" someone asked.

22nd January, 1999 The White House President Freddie Rawlings It was a gloomy day, just like how I was feeling at the moment. A day no doubt that will bring trouble and chaos if I didn't handle it well. Today is the day that I finally tender my resignation, the day the whole world will know the monster I am.