Can't Escape Novels & Stories

Our escape narrowing. And in that instant, I realized: for the first time, we might not be able to slip away.

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.

A bit of disappointment washed over her but she knew if she was given the same opportunity she would do it again. She had to try all means to escape Marcelo and she wasn’t going to stop. With the help of the housekeeper and Greta, Georgina managed to ascend the stairs, her footsteps echoed behind them as they reached the bedroom door, Greta turned to the housekeeper, gratitude filling her voice. "I will take it from here," she said, acknowledging his assistance.

"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

"Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her? I already promised to marry you—what more do you want?" I stood there, listening as he scolded me. Then—another click. Breathing hurt. The weight of strangers' stares pressed in on me, suffocating. I somehow made it back to our apartment. The empty space felt unbearable. And finally, I broke. I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. For the first time, I truly got it—tomorrow or an accident, you never know which will come first. But maybe... dying wouldn't be so bad.

Sometimes all you need is a bit of fun. ________________________ Jared “Your mate is impossible.” Aidan says as he storms past me at the kitchen island. “Why?” I shout as he walks away. He stops at the threshold and turns towards me. “She had a shitty day and instead of talking to anyone, she disappears and doesn’t talk to anyone. We were supposed to go paintballing today but no! She had something else to do.” And with that he storms through the pack house. Hopefully to have Danika make him feel better because everyone is angry now that he’s angry.

I asked. "Stop messing around, Opal! I just had to make sure Diane was okay. What is with running away? Where are you?" "It's not a joke. I am not running away, I am done with our relationship. You should stop calling Lily and threatening her. You pack is not strong enough to take mine," I said. "Opal, what are you saying who just ups and breaks up?" He asked. "You know that thing they say about mates being up to fate? I think they were right. Don't call me again," I said and ended the call. After that, I took in a deep breath and turned away to leave when I realized someone was behind me.

Eric's hand, reaching for the car door, suddenly stopped midway. The word 'inhibitor' this time probably touched Eric's sensitive spot. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his hands trembling as he rummaged through his coat pocket. "Are you annoying?" "Sorry, but if you don't take it, we'll be in big trouble!" "Yeah, Omega. It's a recessive gene again, so it will be awkward." "Eric-ah..." Not wanting to hear anything more from Jacky, Eric interrupted him and turned his head away. "Enough chatter; let's go inside."

Let your imagination go wild! "What is this for?" I asked. "Take a photo of it and send it to your driver. Tell him I'm the last person you're with, and I'll take full responsibility if anything awful happens to you. Call him so that you may have a proper conversation with him." I locked my gaze on him, trying to figure out if he was serious, and he locked his gaze on me as well. No one wants to break a stare, but I swiftly avoided it when I felt like I was melting through his stare. I sighed in despair; I really wanted to go home, and if Cielo still isn't coming, I might take him up on his offer. I feel like I'm getting a cold, my head hurts, and the rain isn't helping. I called Cielo's num