Chapter Unlikely Escape Route Novels & Stories

“We aren’t just going out dancing. We are going out to get rip roaringly drunk and high off our rockers. These men are driving us fucking insane, so let’s do something insane. I know this place, we’ll be safe, promise.” “Okay.” She says hesitantly but gets up and gets ready. We stand and look at ourselves in the mirror. Chiara’s mood is already better. “God we’re hot.” I say. “We are.” She agrees while playing with her hair. “Let’s go.” I grab my purse. We manage to sneak out, unseen. I hail a cab and we head to the club. The line is huge. “We’re never getting in.” Chiara says. “Who said we’re waiting in line?”

With every step she takes, my fear ratchets higher and higher, and I know I’m looking at my death. Bree got away with killing Iain Dacre, and now, with Mack waiting for me back at the house and no idea I’m in any trouble, she’s going to toss me over the cliff and disappear. By the time Mack realizes something is wrong, it’ll be too late. I’ll be at the bottom of the cliff. I’m frantic as I draw on my gift, but it’s like plunging my hand into sand. It just slips between my fingers the moment I try to grab at it.

I spat, pressing a hand to my side. The corridor stretched like a maze. His footsteps faded behind bolted doors. I forced myself the other way, bleeding, reeling—but alive. Amelia. I tore the baton from the floor, used it to shear the remaining chains off my wrists, and bound my wound with a strip of my shirt. Every breath stabbed deep, but I moved. Through mold-stinking stairwells. Past rusted iron doors. Until daylight split the dark. I pushed into the open yard of a forgotten prison, weeds clawing through cracked pavement, razor wire sagging. Jasper was gone, but I didn’t care. She was out there.

"You are talented. Smart, a bitch with an attitude and a lady with a class." Mourge laugh. "You can't avoid those scenarios whenever love is involved. We bet out lives just to find true love. And in the end, there is the winners and the losers. Just like better luck next time. If you enter the world of love, you should brace yourself for unexpected scenarios. Because our lives is just a story. Who knows maybe you will find the person who will be just another chapter of your life?" Mourge's words make her think about Prince Caspian. Can she take another step? Or will she just hide her feelings?

I could still feel Aaron's control through the phone. But I wasn't going to stay. Not this time. I walked through the house, studying every corner. There was a guard outside, but he looked bored, careless. It was enough. I climbed down from the second-floor bedroom window, carefully lowering myself into the garden below, then hoisted myself over the low fence. The wind whipped against my face, and I almost cried out. Finally... I was free again. I ran desperately along the familiar streets. Twilight was falling, and the distant glow of the streetlights became my only guide.

"You cannot escape from us!" Knowing that escape was imperative, I grappled with the desperate uncertainty of how to outmaneuver them. A numbing sensation seemed to pervade my limbs, leaving me bereft of clear thought. My only recourse was to run, driven by a surge of adrenaline, even as tears blurred my vision. With a desperate swerve around a corner, my gaze fixated upon a diminutive window at the far end of the hallway. Recognizing the golden opportunity for freedom it presented, I propelled myself toward it, Harper and her accomplice mere steps behind me.

"Which route did Conrad take? They definitely ran into trouble!" Luke had been racking his brains too, but he couldn't come up with how things could have gone wrong. "There shouldn't have been any issues. We told no one what we're doing, and there's no way they'd predict our route of escape—not when we'd chosen it on the fly. Once they left Mark Whitley's manor, they would've taken Harfield Route to Route Seven, and then arrived here in Horton Yard." Pausing, he assured Jasper, "Just calm down, sir. There probably weren't any problems…"

Philip was surprised by this coincidence, but this was good because it saved the effort for them to get to know each other. Soon, they settled down at Tory's residence. They would gather at the assembly point early tomorrow morning before setting off. … In the meantime, Chaplin hurried back to the basement, and he was surprised to find that Philip and the others had already escaped. The ropes lay on the floor like a blatant smack to his face. Chaplin was so angry that he trembled all over, furious that his prey slipped through his fingers so easily. “Damn it, don't let me see you again in Imperial City or you’ll know the consequences!” Chaplin vowed menacingly.

The question was how much they could learn before time ran out. Exits: None currently viable. Jaxon had found three escape routes in the archive documentation, each constructed as part of the original estate's emergency planning and leading to surface points beyond the immediate perimeter. Two were described in enough detail to locate. He had found both in the archive corridor's secondary passages and confirmed them exactly as the records described. Both had collapsed from fifteen years of structural settling rather than deliberate blockage. The third route was different. Its documentation ended mid-sentence, suggesting the archive had been sealed before the entry was completed. Whatever the

I quickly wanted to hug the remaining booklet and turn to the bar street. However, before my feet could step, I suddenly felt a burning sensation. From behind, a hand squeezed my throat, piercing my penguin cartoon suit. The person hugged me tightly and pressed me against his hard chest as if to sink me into an endless abyss. "Are you mentally ill? Release me quickly!" I protested. But the person didn't let go. Instead, he hugged me tighter and said, "Hey, penguin, where are you going? You chased them all away. Who will play with me?"