Chapter Unlikely Escape Route Novels & Stories

He continued, "If I can't have you, I'd rather kill myself!" Francis punched him square in the face. "As you wish!" Later, the security guards threw Nick outside the venue. The Alpha, who once boasted about conquering the southern territory, was nothing more than a pathetic wreck. Francis called Nick's Beta to pick him up, stating that allowing him to return to his own pack alive was the greatest mercy they could offer. Surprisingly, Nick started camping outside my house every day. A group of guards watched him squatting at my doorstep daily.

“Stay away from me!” I look to my right. There’s a path to follow but what lies at the end of the path and inside it, I did not know. Yet it looks like my only hope of escape. My other option is to climb the hill ahead but that will be me practically running to my own death with my own leg as that is where most of the rogues camp. It's either the hill or towards my right where I may meet my worst fate or escape successfully. “La la la la…come to Dada..”

he told her and took to his heels. They returned to the escape route where they had come through, but they found it shut. The four men had gone through and closed it, thinking he and Casy had gone ahead first. Xavier knew he should have gone through it first, but Casy’s change in plans had affected everything. “We are locked out!” Casy exclaimed in a tone of panic. “Keep your voice down!” he hushed her, trying to think. He stayed silent and soon turned around. “There is another way out of here. It’s through the fourth hall.”

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

She stepped forward— And fell through. --- The reflections screamed: REWRITE INCOMPLETE! The End roared: ANCHOR MIGRATION SUCCESSFUL. And everything shattered again. But this time— Something remained. And somewhere far beyond the correction layer— Emma landed hard on unfamiliar ground. Breathing. Alive. Unwritten. And not alone. A shadow stood ahead of her. Waiting. Watching. And when it spoke— It wasn’t the man. It wasn’t the End. It was something older. “You were not supposed to escape twice.”

"The Curator's escape route." Nathan looked at the doorway. "Can we follow them?" Noah shook his head. "Not yet." "Why?" "Because it's trapped." Everyone stopped. Noah pointed toward the floor. "Pressure sensors." "If you step inside..." He looked at Amelia. "...the entire passage collapses." --- Bennett sighed. "Then we need another way out." Noah nodded. "There is one." He turned toward the opposite wall. "Follow me." Amelia hesitated. Then she reached for Damian's hand.

If truly he had a way of letting her see her family once again then, it was very much possible for her to run away while he was not looking. “I don’t know for now. Today’s night, the metal barricades would be open in the southwest direction which leads to the posterior part of the Bronx. That is our escape route for now, although I might be able to get you through his tight securities but I am not sure if I can……” Thomas licked lips to shudder the forceful effect of her hug. He broke the forever hug and fell into deep thoughts. This was the most terrible decision he and ever made in his life and probably would land him six feet when caught by Nathan, yet he did not care about what happened.

"Public. Familiar territory. Somewhere he has an exit route memorized." "Petrov's," Zariel said again, her pulse picking up speed. "It has to be Petrov's. There's a back exit through the kitchen that leads straight into an alley. He showed me once. He said it was his emergency hatch in case a client ever got violent over a botched fake date." Kaelen reached for the phone again.

Ren’s voice echoed faintly across the town, amplified by drones: “You can’t run forever, Lena. Your creator wants you home.” Lena’s eyes opened. White light flickered in them. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not going back.” Alexander stood. “Then let’s disappear before they surround us again.” Jay looked up. “Where do we go?” Alexander’s voice hardened. “Kass built more than one lab. We start at the one she never wanted us to find.” FINAL LINE OF THE CHAPTER And as the four fugitives disappeared into the winter shadows, Lena’s heart pulsed once— a warning, a promise, and the beginning of something unstoppable.