You Can't Save Everyone Novels & Stories

“You can’t blame me, Diane. I’ve died once because I trusted and loved too much. I’m not gonna make the same mistake again.” “And we’re a mistake?” She snorted. “You shouldn’t have accepted us—” “And then what? You’ll be so angry about your life? And don’t try to get anyone’s sympathy, Diane. I’m telling you, in the real world, only you can save yourself. No one will come to you to save you in the middle of the ocean. You’ll drown and die alone if you keep that mindset.”

You move forward. Because someone needs saving. Because giving up isn't an option. Because hope is the only thing left.

"Mom, did anything get on you? You have to wipe it all off. Filthy blood is unlucky. My heart will break if bad luck sticks to you." My mother smiled indulgently, patting his head. "You and your superstitions. But at least you care about me. Not like some people who only ever think of themselves. Do they ever stop to realize that if your father and I had actually shown up, we'd be ruined—our whole family destroyed?" Ezel threw his arms around her, his eyes filling with tears. "Thank goodness you and Dad didn't come."

Fighting for control. "Eva!" Grace's voice, strained, desperate. "Eva, I can't—I can't hold her forever. She's too strong. Too old. Too powerful. I need help. I need—I need my mother. I need you. Please. Please gather. Please be present. Please help me fight even if it means people die. Please—" The network screamed as enhanced people worldwide felt the strain. Felt the foundation they depended on facing impossible choice again. Save daughter or save everyone else.

He lit the cigarette, then blew smoke out into the open air. Failure wasn’t an option, not with HEXAGON. Not with him watching. I had seen what they did to those who disappointed them—broken souls who were tortured in ways that made you forget who you were. The kind of suffering that didn’t kill you but made you wish it would. A lot could happen if I killed Mike, I could lose everything, but one thing is certain, I can never lose Blue. And he is all that stands between me and her.

Then five. "I just want to go on record," I said to no one in particular, "that I saved a man tonight. That's all I did. I was walking home, minding my business, and I stopped because it was the right thing to do." I paused. "I did not agree to any of this. I did not sign anything. I did not ask to be involved in whatever this is. I just want my apartment back. My notes. My life. I have an exam—" "In six days," Kane said. "You've mentioned it."

"I'm sorry about Hannah. But you couldn't have saved her. If you had given in and gone with him because of her, he would torture her just to keep you with him. From the looks of things and how much she seemed to care about you, she would never want that. You can't save everyone, Valencia." I couldn't save everyone. "I know," I mumbled, turning away from his gaze and back to the mold-infested ceiling of the cabin to hide the feelings I couldn't seem to hold back. "I just want to be able to save the people who matter." He didn't say anything after that, but I could tell he wanted to. But he didn't want to push me. A small smile found its way to my lips despite t

"How could you say such a thing? What do you mean by you can't save her? You go on saving every other person, but you can't save her!" Austin yelled and grabbed him by the collar. "Saving every other person? I don't go out there saving everyone's life! I don't even save people's life! Do you think I don't want to save her? I am as desperate as every one of you! Do you know how helpless and tired I feel?!"

"I know you're angry I didn't get there in time. But Selena was in danger too. I couldn't leave her alone in the street." "She cut her palm." Damon paused for one second. Then that high, patient composure slid back into place. "Vivian, it isn't about how big the wound was. Selena has no family and no backing. You do. You have Westmore, and you have me." I almost laughed. I had Westmore. The people of Westmore had died in that fire. I held my father's old coat to my chest and said quietly, "My father couldn't wait for you."

“But also… How much can we be expected to actually do? I mean, we saved Abigail and Helena… Wasn’t that enough? If we had tried to do more, would we have been able to do other things that we’ve done?” “Aislen,” Rhett said into her hair and then stopped, lost for words. “No,” Jules said firmly. “She’s right. We can’t save everyone. That only happens in movies, Rhett. We need to be realistic in our expectations. People have unrealistic expectations of what is achievable. They think that it’s like in the movies, the good guy saves everyone, and no one dies. But, Cam, that’s just not real. It’s not real life. People in situations like this… They die. They do.”