A Way Out Chapters Novels & Stories

A boot stopped on the other side of my crate. My breath stopped for a moment.The man didn't move.Neither did I.Seconds dragged by.Then he kicked the bottom of the crate.I nearly cried out.Dust shook loose from the wood.The man stepped back.“Nothing.”His companion made a short low sound.“Keep looking.”Their footsteps moved away.I breathed again.Slowly.Quietly.My lungs burned.I looked toward the exit.It was too far.Even if I made it there, they'd see me.I needed another way out.My eyes moved across the warehouse.There.A narrow passage behind the crates.It led toward what looked like an old loading area.If I could reach it, maybe I could escape through the back.But getting there meant leaving m

That alone was an answer. Finally, he looked at me. “You can stay.” He said. “But not here.” my chest tightened. that wasn’t safety. That was removal. He wanted me gone before trouble found him because of me. “Where am I supposed to go?” I asked, he paused. Then reached for something, a paper, a scrap, a mark drawn quickly in charcoal.

Not only did I become an outcast but I was also treated like a slave. AN: FOUR MORE CHAPTERS FOR TODAY. I'LL UPDATE THIS BOOK WITH FIVE CHAPTERS EVERY THREE DAYS. LEAVE YOUR AMAZING COMMENTS AND CRITIQUES, I WANT TO READ THEM

Hey guys, I apologize - I accidentally included some duplicate chapters in the last update. Sorry about that! I've fixed the issue in this version, so everything should flow correctly now. Thanks for your patience. ~J

I watch him twist and turn a turkey leg before it plucked right out of the socket. "He never told me that" Damien worried. "It was nothing. They were probably looking to see if you were home. But you weren't." Charles chuckled. "You picked the best hideout spot" "Exactly. The trees, I'm so loving the trees and the lakes and oh...the boats" Chloe wink at Charles, but he failed to notice so she brushed his arm. "It's a good place to think...and relax" I look at Damien, hoping he gets the message and I think he does because his hands are squeezing my thighs gently now.

Autumn’s Pov I woke up with a bad feeling. My stomach hurt like hell. Then I looked around. It's a pack's hospital. The only room I never want to visit at home. The pain started to go but I know that I have a hole in my chest. I remembered I clawed it but I thanked the goddess that I still can be alive. I wish whatever the moon's daughter said will be true. I want a happy life, and I also want to help Ethan. However long it will take.

I am fucking killing her this time. I ran out of the ward to my car in search of my family. * How do you like this chapter? Please vote, comment and REVIEW!!!

“The Crown Prince was amazing, isn’t he?” When I looked to my right, she was in her old world, stretching her face into an elbow macaroni shape while she drifted into the own fantasy land with her significant other. When will this surreal nightmare end? “We also like to award an exemplary young lady who helped us retrieve one of the Empire’s cultural assets.” I tilted my head at the exit door; I couldn’t reach it before anyone noticed me. The fastest hiding place, for now, would be under this table. First step: lift the edge. Thankfully, the length of the tablecloth reached the floor—enough to hide a small body like mine.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

And that was victory enough for now. I crawled across the stone, toward the back of the chamber. There had to be another way out. Acwulf was too arrogant to believe I could escape — but the witch? She’d helped me. She must’ve known. And there it was. A vent. Low and narrow, barely big enough for a child, but unsealed. I dropped to my stomach and pulled myself in. The stone scraped every inch of my body. Dust filled my lungs. My hair snagged on a jagged rock. I didn’t care. I kept going. I didn’t know how long I crawled. Minutes. Hours. Days. Who knew? Eventually, I spilled out onto cold dirt.