Can't Escape Novels & Stories

They planned to lock her there so she had no escape. She smirked and kicked open the door cause all this was making her mad now. Just as expected their had put barriers in that building so she couldn’t even call anyone to stop the plan. The only thing she could do was run there and save everything from being ruined…

No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape him. Kassian owns me in a way I can’t explain, and the truth is as terrifying as it is inescapable.

I knew it wasn't Micah's fault but then again he couldn't have picked a better girl to date and now my dumbass was suffering the consequences. I slid down the wall to the ground and placed my head on my hands. I let out a frustrated sigh as I tried to figure out a way to get out of this. There was only one exit and it was always locked at least from what I had observed in the part thirty minutes. The only exit was my way out but I needed a fucking key to be able to escape. How was I going to get a key from either of them ? Just as I was contemplating my escape, Juliet barged in and I quickly took my position on the chair.

He asked. "Sure, I will never escape. I mean, how can I even attempt to do that when there are many of you?" My argument might have sounded convincing to him. However, on my part, escaping was not conceivable since, I had something to care for and also, some supplies I must travel with. Without those items, I can not escapes. The Magic book was among them, it was a property which was central to my journey to Dotham.

But among all words, these came out of my lips. “I love you too.” You said before that in your life, there is no door, so I can’t escape anymore. You’re wrong, Joshua. Because people don’t search for an escape path if they are already with the person they love. ---------------- The end.

His masculine scent is too overpowering that I can’t focus on what he’s saying. “…ember, the longer you’re on the ground, the less likely you can escape, let alone win.” He finishes and I mentally smack myself for not paying attention. “Escape?” I repeat, dumbly, mind latching onto the word. It seems cowardly and I don’t want to be a coward. It’s Luca who answers, “No offense, Miss but right now, running away is the only thing you can do.” Well, that’s one way of crushing my hopes.

Must I need to forget everything and just live in the present? I heaved sigh and finish my bathe. I walk outside without wearing anything. I walk confidently that no one will see me like this since Prea always leave when she finished to prepare my clothes but the day is fvck up. "Damn!" I heard someone cuss and hearing that voice I know its him—Paolo. I don't know what should I do and because of panic I twist my ankle causing me to fall. "FVCKERS!" I shout and glare. I don't know where the hell is he but I glare in front of me.

She jumped up and skipped to the bathroom to get ready. What the hell are we doing in Vegas? I wish there was some way that I could get ahold of my guys. It should be as simple as getting a phone or maybe something to reach them online. I tried conjuring up a ball of fire with my magic but I was getting nothing. What good is it being a witch when I can’t cast spells! Frustrated, I threw myself back on the bed and worked on planning our escape. Maximus’s POV

Unless we found out the reason, every step would be a deadly move in attempting to end this all. "Why can't you just feed this almadate to everyone? It worked for me." Grace said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Because, it's impossible to have that large quantity made. There's barely enough for us all to use." Luke responded. "We could make more with my help. Although even if I helped, I don't think it's enough to stop a machine powerful enough to tame the world." His dad pointed out. We all had our focus on what he was saying until a loud scream from Lolita distraced us all.

"I'm not giving you a single dollar of it. Not because I can't. Because you don't get to sell someone out for a million dollars and then come back asking the person you sold out to bankroll your escape from the consequences of that exact decision." "Zariel—" "You made a choice," she said, quieter now, though no less final. "You looked at everything we built together and decided it was worth less to you than a payday. I've made my peace with that. I've stopped waking up angry about it, mostly. But making peace with something isn't the same as forgiving it, and it is absolutely not the same as funding your way out of a mess you built with your own two hands." Marcus stood there for a long mome