Bunk'd The Great Escape Novels & Stories

Liam finally said, his voice low but with a firmness to it. I looked around at everyone as no one argued with Liam's statement, everyone was still, and that stillness was almost painful. Scarlet broke the silence first, "You said this tunnel led to the river, correct?" Liam nodded, "The tunnel runs under the old city sewage line. We stocked stocked it last month with food, water, medical supplies and even blankets. We planned this for if the compound ever fell and this would have to be our back up plan."

The cab surged forward, smoothly merging into the quiet nighttime traffic. I sank back into the seat, my trembling hands clutching my phone tightly against my chest. The mansion was shrinking in the distance, disappearing behind a row of towering city buildings. A breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips, quickly turning into a tearful sob of pure relief. I was out. The brothers couldn't reach me here. I pulled out my phone to text Nina that I was on my way. A single, beautiful realization grounded me: I was finally on the run, and tomorrow, my real family would be waiting.

Navigating through the labyrinthine corridors and staircases, they emerged onto the back of the house, where Teni awaited them in a car. With a sense of relief and gratitude, Boma embraced her friend, their reunion a testament to their resilience in the face of adversity. Lowering themselves into the car, the guard extinguished the interior light, shrouding them in darkness as they embarked on their journey to safety. As they reached the security checkpoint, the guard calmly informed them that he was going out for a quick bite, his composure belying the gravity of their clandestine escape. "So, who's with the spare key for Queen and the tutor?" the security guard asked, his voice tinged with

Progress. --- #### A Crack in the Wall Just as momentum surged, a messenger stumbled in, cloak streaked with dust. “News from work camp—Hawthorne escaped. Took five guards hostage.” Gasps. Dylan’s knuckles whitened around the gavel. “When?” “Two hours past. They fled toward the eastern crags.” Council exploded in shouts—“I knew he’d turn!”, “Hang him next time!”—until Elder Mara’s cane struck stone. “We sit or we fall apart.”

Don Great’s men were entering the forest. Inside the first SUV, Sky sat quietly beside Don Great. Rainwater rolled down the windows. “One of the scouts confirmed movement near the old house,” Sky said calmly. Don Great looked ahead silently. “They escaped through the back path.” A dangerous smile appeared briefly on Don Great’s face. “Good,” he said softly. Sky glanced at him. “You wanted them to run?” Don Great rested his arm against the door. “Fear reveals people’s true nature.” The SUV continued moving through the muddy road.

Every shadow suddenly looked dangerous and every camera felt compromised. Every person breathing inside this bunker became a potential threat. We reached the private hallway leading to our room just as the final blast doors sealed shut throughout the underground complex with a thunderous metallic boom. The sound echoed endlessly through the bunker. A tomb closing. I activated my encrypted comm line immediately. “Marco.” His voice crackled through after a second. “Boss.” “Prepare a silent evacuation.” A pause. “You’re abandoning the safe house?” “Yes.” “When?” “Two hours.” Silence again.

He lay there, his chest heaving, his skin a mess of sweat and grime. "We have to go," Joshua panted. He hauled Richard up, draping the Alpha’s massive arm over his shoulders. Richard was a 3D weight, a crushing pressure that threatened to pin Joshua to the ground. "Come on, Richard! Move your feet!" They staggered out of the bunker. The rain was starting to fall, a cold, needle-like drenching that turned the quarry floor into a mud pit. Joshua shoved Richard into the passenger seat of the truck. He grabbed the silver refrigerator from the bunker and threw it into the back.

because after that, I intended to disappear from his life before the prince could destroy it too. That night, I whispered one last prayer before climbing into bed. “Grandma, please watch over me. Help me escape this fate.” My chest tightened as another prayer followed. ‘Please, let him forget me.’ I closed my eyes believing the worst had already passed. I had no idea fate had only just begun to notice me.

"You are waffling what happened?" Brent dropped his pen prompting me to look at him. He had his poker face on. " I woke up and I was tied up ... I wasn't wearing anything when I woke up with two half naked women snapping away ." I took a deep breath and Brent looked at me while Angelo was trying to find the words.

scared to even hear the answer. “If you think eyes were not watching you at all times, you are stupider than I thought.” “What are we doing out here?” I looked around at where here was. “I am so glad you asked, this will be your new home.” He responded with arms wide open like he was showing me something grand. “Oh, and you won’t be escaping. Once I leave, this place will be rigged to blow if any of the windows or doors are tampered with. So, I wouldn’t try and escape. But just in case….” He smiled evilly and went to a closet. Inside he pulled out a fifty-foot log chain.