Desperate To Escape Novels & Stories

"You cannot escape from us!" Knowing that escape was imperative, I grappled with the desperate uncertainty of how to outmaneuver them. A numbing sensation seemed to pervade my limbs, leaving me bereft of clear thought. My only recourse was to run, driven by a surge of adrenaline, even as tears blurred my vision. With a desperate swerve around a corner, my gaze fixated upon a diminutive window at the far end of the hallway. Recognizing the golden opportunity for freedom it presented, I propelled myself toward it, Harper and her accomplice mere steps behind me.

Maybe someone else would take the role. All I wanted now was to escape from this underworld. I barely had time to react before Kelvin’s strong grip tightened around my wrist, yanking me forward. "Run!" he barked immediately. The word barely left his lips before an explosion of dust and debris sent a shockwave through the air. Chunks of the sanctuary's ceiling collapsed, tumbling down behind us. With that I sprinted out quickly, as fast as my legs could carry me, my lungs were burning, as my heartbeat kept thundering in my ears heavily. Every step I took, running away from the sanctuary. I was driven by pure desperation to escape and I don't mind what it takes to leave. I wanted to leave ever

A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered why she would be so desperate to escape her existence. The depth of her despair was a stark revelation: she had genuinely wanted to end her life. The thought sent a chill through me, and I couldn't help but wonder what could have driven her to such extremes. The guilt that had momentarily receded came flooding back, threatening to overwhelm me. I took a deep breath, striving to keep my tone gentle and non-judgmental.

I will escape. But my time is running out.

The thought alone made my chest tighten, made something wild and desperate claw at my ribs. No one was supposed to have that over me. No one was supposed to make me this desperate to escape or desperate enough to think only of survival—of how to stay alive without suffering injuries, without breaking, without losing myself completely. I needed to get away from her, and to me, that was what mattered. Nothing else. Not the pain burning in my lungs, not the sharp sting beneath my feet, not the way my vision blurred at the edges. I had made the mistake of underestimating her, and now, I needed to get away.

A desperate need for escape propelled me forward. With every step towards the door, I fortified my resolve. Opening it cautiously, I tiptoed through the silent corridor. The apartment, once a refuge, had become a trap, and the city outside beckoned with the promise of liberation. In the hallway, I mumbled to myself, "Escape... I need to escape." The apartment had become a trap, and the city lights outside beckoned with the promise of release. Opening the door cautiously, I slipped into the corridor, tiptoeing towards freedom.

So desperate to fix the situation we found ourselves in. “Bailey, please!” I called after her, so desperate to try and fix this. Yet she didn’t so much as turn back. She was focused on making her escape. Escaping me. Her words had hurt. No. I wasn’t her mate. But, I so desperately wished I could be. It had been playing on my mind…

“From what?” “From them,” I say, waving a hand in the general direction of wherever Mike, Mabel, and the rest of their circus might be lurking. “Think of it as... an escape hatch. A sanctuary. Somewhere we can hide when the inevitable drama hits.” Desiree snorts. “A sanctuary? Sounds like you’re already preparing for war.” “Let’s just say I like to plan ahead.”

His phone continues to ring, after the third try and getting his voicemail – I give up. After experiencing Lazarus’s cruelty and ruthlessness, I couldn’t stay here any longer. I needed to form a plan of escape and Colton and Bonnie are the only people who would be able to help me. Scrolling through my contacts, stopping at Emmett’s name. My heart hammered in my chest, echoing in my ears. Thoughts spiralling out of control, a jittery sensation overwhelming my body. A blackhole of despair seemed to devour me from the inside, was there truly no escape from this hell?

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