Desperate To Escape Novels & Stories

I knew I had to survive, to find a way to escape this hellish nightmare and very ounce of strength that I possessed was channeled into my desperate attempts to survive. Time had become something that I could not afford any longer; it slipped through my fingers like sand as I struggled to hold on to my sanity and hope that seemed to slip further away with each passing day. Chase had shattered my sense of security and had left me trapped in his world of darkness but even in the midst of my despair, a flicker of determination burned within me; in the midst of the darkness of my captivity, a flicker of hope ignited within me, pushing me to find a way out. I refused to let him break me completely

He paced nervously, running his hands through his hair, lost in thought. Realizing they were on the brink of ruin, Ryan and Mr. Matteo knew they had to disappear quickly. They couldn't risk facing the full weight of the consequences their actions would bring. Paranoia crept into their minds, fueling a desperate need to escape the impending storm. In the dimly lit office, Ryan picked up a small safe concealed behind a painting, retrieving cash, passports, and other escape necessities. He stuffed them hastily into a duffel bag as his mind raced, considering various escape routes and destinations.

I said, trying to hide my desperation to get away. “Come on in.”

I knew I had to think fast, develop a plan for escape before it became too late. By then, I was cemented in place, fear taking hold of me, all kinds of scenes playing in my mind about what I would do if Samuel spotted me. I felt suddenly desperate, a deep sense of despair that washed down through my body and lay cold in the marrow of my bones; everything I ever walked towards, my hopes and dreams, became an act of slipping away from me, leaving me standing still in that very moment, immovable, unworthy of escape. The thought of Samuel-in his anger, in his wrath-was now a living, breathing entity, pressing its body against me, smothering me, constricting my throat.

Silly me. I sighed, put my face in my hands, and took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to break. I couldn’t break. Not now. I needed to be strong to return to my family. But if I did manage to escape, he would look for my pack first. Maybe he would even take my parents hostage until I gave myself up. I closed my eyes. Why do you want to escape? Because my mate is a crazy savage who goes around kidnapping, killing, and taking people.

I slammed my hand against my head in frustration, feeling a wave of desperation wash over me. I rushed towards the window, hoping to find an alternative escape route. But when I reached it, I found that it was locked too. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, and I fell to the ground, burying my face in my hands. How was I going to escape this man? He seemed to have thought of everything, and I was trapped. I began to sob, feeling helpless and alone. Why had this happened to me? What had I done to deserve this fate?

Was she desperate enough? There was only one way to find out… “We don’t have to breed,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not if I escape first…”

I couldn’t escape him. “Let me go, you bastard!” I screamed at him, my voice breaking with desperation.

Nobody in their right senses ran with heels this high. Their torches flickered in the distant darkness, their steps drew closer. She had less than three minutes to escape, escape her oppressive past. A plan formed in her head as she picked up her phone and dialed his number. A number she swore she would never call. But she was desperate, and he was her only hope. Without him, she was either dead or living with a dead soul. "Fuck it, Mateo... Pick up the fucking phone." *** He sat down, totally backed against the lights. Tendrils of smoke oozed out the glowing edge of his cigar. His narrow eyes stared into the empty darkness. He pressed his back against his executive chair. The darkness was i

I stepped out on shaky feet into the deserted corridor and limped my way out of the house. By the time the guards knew I was gone, I had already closed enough gaps between us. The sound of footsteps echoed behind me as I ran for dear life, growing louder with each passing second. I noticed I couldn't outrun them forever. Lysander's betrayal still felt like a fresh wound, the pain and shock refusing to subside fueled my desperation. As I flew, the scenery blurred around me, and my breath came in ragged gasps. Blood trailed behind me, and my feet hurt from stepping on the concrete. My bones screamed in resistance, but I kept going. I knew I had to escape.