Book No Escape Novels & Stories

The buzzing starts before I’m even fully awake. I shift beneath my blanket, groggy, blindly reaching for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up with dozens—no, hundreds—of notifications. 9:04 a.m. Lea has sent what might be a small novel in fragmented apology messages. Some are long and teary, others desperate and pleading. There’s a vague sense of panic in the way she writes, like she’s finally realized what she’s done—or what she’s lost. Still, not a single message from Jace.

Chapter 27 – Escape & Ecstasy Sera’s POV The warehouse loomed ahead, a monstrous silhouette against the moonlit sky. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as adrenaline coursed through my veins. Raven was inside—Ethan had taken her, and I was here to get her back. The location I had stolen from Ethan’s phone led me to this industrial hellhole, a place meant to keep people hidden. But Ethan underestimated me. He thought I was weak, caged, just his obedient little wife.

Destroying everything. Tunnel shaking. Dust falling from ceiling. Walls cracking. Collapsing soon maybe. They ran faster. All of them. Racing against time. Against explosions. Against Isabella escaping. Tunnel ending at door. Wooden one. Light showing underneath. Sounds beyond it. Motor starting. Boat engine running. Landon reached door first. Hand on handle. Noah beside him. Team behind ready to breach. To fight. To save Sienna finally. Behind them another explosion. Louder. Closer. Tunnel starting to collapse. No going back. Only forward.

My voice shook. “They want you scared, running, and easier to catch.” He wiped blood from his mouth, his grin sharp and bitter. “That’s Vivienne’s style.” The sound of more footsteps echoed behind us, closing in. Noah’s jaw clenched. He scanned the alley walls too high to climb, dumpsters chained shut, fences topped with barbed wire, and the net was closing but then his eyes narrowed, locking on the fire escape ladder half-rusted against the wall. “There,” he said, already moving.

She went to the book case and pulled out a book that had a rose patterned spine with no author and heard something click at the far end. She decided to check out the source of the noise...When she reached the far end of the huge book case she found nothing and when she turned around she saw a dim light seeping through the fire place. Apart from the gnawing gut feeling not go inside, her curiosity got the better of her. She pushed the door open went inside , thought of turning around and going home ,but the door shut immediately making her wish she hadn't gone inside. Slipping off her heels for fear of tripping and rolling down the stairs she continued to go down the tunnel and made it to a r

'I want her. 'Oh, shut up.' I blocked him and sat on the couch, stressed. I was about to get some sleep and forget everything when Jarred stormed to my office and search for something on the bookshelf rushedly. I smell blood from his body. Did he had run and encountered a wild boar or something? "What are you searching now?" I asked curiously. I really don't care about anything right now, but he shouldn't barge in like that. "Phone book." He replied shortly.

Chapter 52: Another Group Nick’s POV He instantly stood up and ran to the door. It was locked but Ben got a hair pin and he easily opened it. They didn’t know where to run but they traced the only hallway and found the stair down. The exchange of bullets didn’t stop so they took the opportunity to escape. He jump up back when he saw someone coming and pointing his gun at him. They ran back and found a window. Ben checked it but they were on the third floor of that abandoned building.

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But the searing sensation is a strange comfort, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil I can't seem to escape. Slamming the empty glass onto the bar with a dull thud, I prepare to escape the suffocating atmosphere. But before I can utter a word, before I can even formulate an exit strategy, Raphael's hand reaches out, his touch unexpectedly gentle. His fingers cup my cheek, the warmth a stark contrast to the icy grip of despair threatening to consume me.

Julian shook his head. "You come too." Marcus smiled. "I can't." "If they don't find resistance..." "They'll know you've escaped." Julian understood. His oldest friend was volunteering to stay behind. To buy them time. Julian gripped Marcus's forearm. "You get out." "I'll do my best." --- The bookcase began sliding closed. Just before it sealed completely— The office doors exploded inward. Smoke filled the room. Dark figures rushed through the breach. Marcus opened fire. The hidden passage plunged into darkness as the bookcase locked shut.