Una Noche Para Sobrevivir Novels & Stories

I would not become another set of bones littering this cursed stretch of wilderness. I had to survive. For Rafe. For Addy and Connor. For myself. I could only pray that somehow, someway, I would find a way out of this waking nightmare... *****

– she muttered under her breath, barely moving her legs on the steps, afraid to fall when climbing the stairs. Demons! It's a pity instincts are not available to me now! What a timely night vision! But this is now only a dream. And, as luck would have it, I didn’t take the clutch with the phone with me to the underworld, now I could light it up with a flashlight. And how do people survive in such conditions and with a complete lack of abilities?!

Yvonne saves her hospital from another country. By guiding a stranger through death with her voice alone but the enemy answers with a new countdown,in a new city, a new target And she realizes the nightmare is spreading faster than she can reach. And soon she will have to choose Which lives to save. And which to lose.

The night had descended into chaos, a violent dance of blood, betrayal, and survival. The explosion had shattered the already fragile safehouse, sending debris and smoke into the air. The sharp stench of burning wood mixed with the acrid scent of gunpowder, and the dim glow of emergency lights flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows in every corner. It was in this hellscape that Rafael and Sophia’s worlds collided once again.

He then saw his boss navigating the screen into looking at the country. “Look where Cedros is,” Lee pointed out to him. It was close to the bottom of the country like a town that was forgotten. ‘Maybe they should have named the orphanage forgotten instead,’ he thought. Not too long after they heard the announcement to turn off all electronic devices as well as to fasten their seatbelts as the plane was about to take off. Lee took off his phone and secured it in his jacket inside his pocket before closing his eyes as he hoped that along the thirteen hours of flight that he could get some sleep, as he didn’t get much that night.

My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

My hands were steady, but my mind was in chaos. The diner was quiet for a Tuesday. The neon 'OPEN' sign hummed. I wiped the same section of the counter over and over again, watching the rain start to smear across the front windows. Chicago at 2 AM is a graveyard for the lonely. It’s for the night-shift nurses, the cab drivers, and the people who have nowhere else to go. I was tired of being the girl who had nowhere to go. I looked at my reflection in the chrome of the milkshake machine.

I didn't think. She grabbed Kade’s wrist this time. Not because she needed him. But because, for the first time in her life, she didn’t trust standing alone. He looked at her hand. Then at her face. Then said something that didn’t sound like comfort at all. “It’s going to get worse.” Hope swallowed hard. “I figured.” The creature stepped forward. And the night stopped pretending it was normal. The fracture in the sky pulsed again. Louder. Closer. Like it was breathing.And somewhere in the impossible space between one heartbeat and the next. Hope Daniels realized the game hadn’t ended at all. It had just changed fields.

It said: "Because after tonight, you will not need to dream it. You will live it." The top bunk fell silent. Marcus waited for more, but nothing came. He lay there, trembling, staring at the darkness above him, wondering how a mute man had suddenly spoken. Wondering what kind of man would plant a horror like that inside another person's mind. Wondering what would happen at the end of this night. He did not sleep. He could not. He kept his eyes wide open, watching the sliver of light from under the door, listening to his own ragged breath. The hours passed. No more words came from above.

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds