Death Is The Only Escape Novels & Stories

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

When I take the corner, I run past the crest, cursing it and my damn curiosity for the mess tonight became. I run faster, wishing I could run out of here and far away to a place where no one can find me. It's just a wish, a dream my heart wants, because right now, the only way I can escape is the same way Mom did. Through death. But I don't want to die.

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

My revenge is to give me that chance to be happy. Once they're gone. Then I'LL LIVE. So I can't stay here. “LIVE” I can't die and let them get away with it. “LIVE” I can't let them be happy when I'm so fucking miserable. “LIVE” I'll escape this pack, no matter what it takes “LIVE” I'll find them in whatever hole they hide in. “LIVE” And I'll make sure they all die, slow and painful deaths.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

"You're Death. The end of all things. The final certainty. The absolute stop. If anyone can break the cycle, it's you." "I can't." Death sounds sad. "I'm part of the cycle. I'm the consequence of choice. I'm the doom of vulnerability. I'm the manipulation made final. Breaking the cycle means ending me. And ending me means ending death. And ending death means no one truly stops. No one truly escapes. No one truly ends. Everything becomes eternal. Everything becomes the Absolute. Everything becomes what you feared." "So we're trapped." I sink into the nothing. "All of us. Every choice leads to doom. Every path leads to ending. Every option leads to loss. There's no winning. No escape. No freed

"They aren't for the government. They’re for the Exit. I buried a localized displacement field beneath these rocks years ago. A failsafe for the day the world decided we shouldn't exist." "Then use it!" I cried, clutching his lapels. "Why are you asking if I trust you to die?" "Because the displacement doesn't take the body," he whispered, his amber eyes filling with a devastating, final light. "It only takes the resonance. We have to leave the flesh behind, Panni. We have to become the ghosts they think we are." The ground beneath us buckled as the second explosion rocked the coast.

Taking out the stone and a heavy candlestick, I make just one wish—to end up somewhere I’m truly needed by someone—and smash the mineral. A caustic semblance of white smoke fills the room, and I feel a sharp wave of dizziness with fine tingling all over my body. Coughing, I have to let go of Figaro and brace myself with my hands, riding out a real spasm in my lungs. After catching my breath and wiping away the tears that came, I realize I’m in some kind of forest—tall trees and dense shrubs all around. Well, great, Iza! What a stupid death awaits me! I didn’t want to be my beloved man’s mistress and chose to be torn apart in a forest instead!

My older sister, Bianca, fled with her lover the night before she was supposed to marry Adrian Vescari. The marriage secured a truce between two Mafia families. If Bianca failed to appear, the Bellandis would lose the Commission’s protection—and might not survive the winter. Because Bianca and I looked almost identical, my father forced me into her wedding dress. Adrian recognized me the moment he lifted my veil. “You’re not Bianca.” I expected him to expose the deception. Instead, he said, “Since you’re already here, stay.” So I stayed for seven years. Adrian protected me, cared for me, and made me believe I was more than Bianca’s replacement. I gave up traveling with my camera and devoted