Death Is The Only Escape Novels & Stories

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

“At the end. Like a movie. You’ll see. You’ll all see.” And I realize something terrifying. This isn’t just a proposal. This is the final act of a man being led to slaughter. And unless I find the truth and solid evidence—soon—I might have to watch the people I love walk straight into the fire.

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

--- And as the final moment closed in— As every path disappeared— As outcome became inevitable— One final truth emerged: --- When there is no escape left— --- The only power you have… --- Is deciding how it ends.

I lay on the floor, pain burning in my abdomen, shock dragging a shred of reason back into my head. No. 99 raised his axe. "You're way too emotional right now. You'll never find the real exit in this state. This run is already a bust; better to end it early and save your energy for the next one." "What do you mean?" "I mean…" The blade flashed down. "Go die and cool off." Agony overwhelmed me. [Sixth loop over. Player has died.] I was on my seventh loop. My eyes flew open. I jolted upright in bed like a corpse clawing its way out of the grave.

I lift my gaze to the sky and let my power stretch, tasting the distant panic of cities realizing their wards are gone, their gods silent, their prayers unanswered. “No more anchors,” I whisper. “No more bonds.” Only endings. The game is almost over. And this time— Everyone dies.

"This isn't some video game, it's real, real life. ‎ ‎ I nodded slowly. I knew that, what more could convince me otherwise? ‎ ‎ "If we want to survive, we have to do everything we can, otherwise we're better off dead. ‎ ‎ "But if you don't get out of here, you will truly be dead, can't you see that? Chry, let's find another hiding spot." I stretched my hands a little and slowly pulled away the plank, then I poked my head out and scoured the environment.

My husband, Charles Vison, was the Don feared throughout Sicily. In three years of marriage, I had been the only person who could get away with anything around him. I always believed that no matter what happened, he would stand by my side. Until my younger sister, Sandra, caused a disaster. With the Vison Family backing her, she got into a confrontation with a rival Family and shot the rival Don’s wife dead in the chaos. The retaliation came immediately. They bombed one of the Vison Family’s docks and ambushed a cargo ship. Three days later, the two Families finally sat down at the negotiation table. The other side made only one demand: Sandra had to be handed over. Otherwise, their Don woul

At the company's tenth-anniversary celebration, my wife's male secretary was in charge of the raffle. When it was time for the grand prize, he somehow drew his own name. My wife asked him what he wanted, and he pointed at the watch on my wrist. I flatly refused. How could a personal belonging be used as a prize? But the male secretary turned to my wife and whined, "That watch is a limited edition. There's only one in the world." My wife signaled for me to give the watch to him. I argued my case, but my wife slapped me across the face instead. "It's just a watch. Don't ruin the mood of the anniversary celebration." I smiled, took off the watch, and handed it to her secretary. It was

The System told me that, as a mission taker, I stood a chance of resurrecting my beloved if I cleared the game. As such, I dedicated my heart and spirit to charm the villainess, even if it meant dying ninety-nine times. When I played the game for the hundredth time, she sent me into a room with a deviant, just to satisfy her crush's whims. "You're not going to die anyway. I don't mind letting you be my boyfriend if you just make Henry laugh." She didn't know that there was a hidden rule—once I played the game a hundred times, my wish of resurrecting my beloved would be granted, success notwithstanding. I shall hence disappear from her world without a trace.