Death Is The Only Escape Novels & Stories

Half a year ago, I barely survived being kidnapped by rival enemies, leaving me too terrified to leave the house alone again. On our wedding anniversary, Charles said he had prepared a surprise and asked me to meet him in the underground garage. His gentle, soothing voice over the phone slowly lowered my guard as I stepped into Section B32. Charles stood in front of his car holding a massive bouquet of red roses. Just as I was about to run into his arms, a figure wearing a baseball cap suddenly rushed out from behind, locking an arm tightly around my neck. I screamed out to Charles for help, but the attacker's chokehold only tightened. In a desperate, violent struggle, I slammed my elbow

It was knowing that, to him, I wasn't even worth the energy of another act of cruelty. Deep nightfall swallowed the room. In total darkness, I whispered to myself, the words coming out like a last breath of a drowning soul: "If I am to live in this hell… I prefer death." It was a sweet thought, suddenly attractive. Death would not be cold. It would be a quiet place, without pain, without bars, without the cold of Russia, without eyes full of disgust. Perhaps, in a place like that, I could see "him" again. And perhaps, in some way, even forgiveness for Nikolai could be found, far from all this. Closing my eyes and never opening them again seemed the only possible escape before that terrifying

By the time you read this letter, I'll already be gone. "I know my birth was a mistake. Dad, Mom, you won't have to argue over my medical bills anymore. You won't have to keep using a calculator to figure out who owes how much. Once I'm gone, just let that debt die with me. Please don't hate each other anymore. Let each other go… and let me go too.

The cab surged forward, smoothly merging into the quiet nighttime traffic. I sank back into the seat, my trembling hands clutching my phone tightly against my chest. The mansion was shrinking in the distance, disappearing behind a row of towering city buildings. A breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips, quickly turning into a tearful sob of pure relief. I was out. The brothers couldn't reach me here. I pulled out my phone to text Nina that I was on my way. A single, beautiful realization grounded me: I was finally on the run, and tomorrow, my real family would be waiting.

His lips had lost their color and his always well-kept hair was now a mess. He screamed as he heard the gunshots and wanted to run away but he had no escape as his body had gotten too weak after the heart attack. He tried hard to move but it all seemed useless as his body didn’t budge at all. “Don’t even bother trying to run away.” Amy said as she walked inside. She blew the smoke away from the tips of her guns. Thomas trembled in fear as she saw her approach him. In his eyes it looked like, death was getting closer to him. And he was actually scared right now. No matter how cruel and heartless he was, he feared death more than anything.

I burst into tears at this moment. My life was miserable enough for being Wolf less and now, I have to be passed around like some piece of trash. What exactly am I living for? Wouldn't it have been better if I had died? This way I didn't have to go through so much. There's no point regretting why I had to accept the interview if becoming their toy. At this point, I couldn't think of anything else. But just at this very moment, something came to kind. And that was for me to escape. There's no difference between my death and disappearing at this point. The two fit perfectly. If this is the case, then it's better to either die while attempting to escape or escape safely.

She was not going to let these things happen to her beloved daughter. But when that mistress came into their life, she didn’t only steal her father’s love for her mother. But she also ruined their life. She ruined her life. Warm liquids are starting to form in the corner of her eyes as she repeatedly shakes her head out of objection. Her system is filled with anger especially when her Father mutters… “I have made up my mind. I’m sending you to Valle de La Muerte.” “Brace yourself for an end and a new beginning.” The phrase uttered by the old woman flashed through her mind like a crystal clear.

Each booth is tightly closed, isolating the outside world. What room are those bastards keeping Haley in? “Are all Omegas like this now?” "That's right. I can't say that an idiot is still naive." "Huh, only know how to pretend to be pitiful for anyone to see. The woman just saw it and knew it was not a good thing, shed two tears, and thought she had turned into a pure white-robed angel?" "I guess this girl just didn't expect to meet the director, such a cold-blooded person, so cruel; I heard that she was going to run away temporarily, but who would have been arrested."

They drift to my promise. My promises made to both brother Ron and Caroline. My death breaks that promise. It painfully tags me a failure. I grit my tooth. I can't accept failure. I definitely can't be a disappointmet. Not now, not ever. I morph my fist. I must escape death abd fullfill my promise. It's essential. I swing my eyes open. They capture his manly balls. I smile. That's my escape. I feel his claws brush my erect hairs. I react faster.

“But I didn’t die. I wasn’t killed. Some of the guards at the club managed to pull him off me. He was kicked out. But as he left, he turned around And he shot me. And in that moment I wasn’t scared of death. He won. Fare and square. He won by shooting me. There was nothing unfair in that moment. I had already accepted my fate. But something above wanted me to live. Because that bullet missed my heart by 3 millimetres. And I met the only person I considered family on that day. That day catapulted the rest of my life. So alls well that ends well I suppose.” “Shit.” He looks at me with… pity? “No judgement, remember?” “Not judgement. Awe.” I raise my glass at his words with a feeble smile. “I w