Escape From New York Novels & Stories

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

That was the deal Grandpa Joe made from his basement Apt 1B when he told Tokyo board he owned them: "She flies as nanny. Doctor on call. You get CEO back for one meeting." Jasmine sat by the window in the $5 NYU hoodie, the only thing that still kind of hid five. Lila was asleep across from her in the unicorn tent the movers had tried to throw away, Mr. Whiskers the cat officially listed on the manifest as "emotional support animal, tuna-dependent" purring inside his carrier. Damian sat opposite in charcoal suit, plastic Queens ring in his pocket, not in a box anymore — just loose, warm from his hand. For fourteen hours over the Pacific, New York pretended to be far away. No Page Six Live. N

I begin to tiptoe when an idea suddenly struck me. Escape. What if this is a chance for me to escape? First, my door wasn't locked and secondly, there were no guards around unlike how they were swarming around like bees when I came back to the mansion tonight. What about outside? Are they outside? Having a meeting? A fight? Is that why I heard those noises? Can I still escape? If I succeed in escaping, where will I go? How can I get back to Chicago? I don't have any money or phone so how will I make it out of New York safely? If I run off, won't he find me again?

Lydia was bitter and so angry, that all their plans went down the drain. “It was luck that made me come out of there. There was no escape route at all. I knew the only person that could save me was Grace, so when I had the opportunity I used it wisely and explained to her what happened. The next day, I was released. Free to go. Davis had given me a visa asking me to leave New York for good; otherwise he would kill me when next he sees me. I feared for my life” Lydia's fist met the glass table as she hit it so hard,

Sabrina's eyes went down to my cock and a seductive smirk took over her lips as she spoke. "Looks like someone wants to have fun." she said bringing her hand to touch my cock when I stopped her. "As much as it sounds tempting and as beautiful as you look, we need to leave ASAP for New York. My father has escaped the prison and I am afraid he will go after our son, so we need to head for New York right now." I tell her. Her eyes widen in fear and she was on her feet with worried expression on her face. "What? No...no...no, this can't happen. I will go and change. Call my pilot and ask him to stay on standby. We leave for New York in an hour and could you please give my mom a call and ask her

Immediately Hazel left her apartment to the bus stop for the midnight bus. Immediately the bus stop, she entered with her traveling bag sighing in relief. She doesn’t know where she’s going but she knows, she’s leaving New York City. She never knew her escape plan could be this easy, With that thought, Hazel smiled broadly…..

It never comes because I know I did the right thing. I’ll get another agent, but I won’t get a second chance at living life on my own terms unless I take it. XXX Three weeks later . . . Escaping to the one place I know I can get away from everything—Manhattan, twelve-hour rehearsal days, and the paparazzi—I lie on the pink float and drift under a blue sky. And then the splashing begins.

At least I hope not. I could even ask Mack to buy me a train ticket to New York, then I’d have more money to save for rent and food when I get there. The realization that I don’t have to think about running and hiding, at least for the next three days is… a strange feeling. Liberating. I don’t know what to do with myself. “How about hanging out with me in the garden? You can grab a book and I’ll set you up on a lounger,” Mack offers in between bites.

On the way I messaged my contact from my pack, Hannah, to tell her I had left. In the taxi, I actually felt relieved that he had insisted that the wedding be small, and I did not even tell my clan he had asked me to become his mate. This saved me from dealing with the disgrace of running away. As I entered the airport, I decided to call Alex. I felt I owed him at least that much—to tell him our bond was over. He never picked up the call but sent me an angry voice message back. "Just get to my pack; the Oracle is waiting. Something happened to Elsa, so I will be a bit late. Why are you acting as though I will be running away?"

New York. The same New York I’d planned to escape to. Where I’d already paid off a low-key furnished apartment under a fake name, arranged the documents, made quiet preparations for Aria and myself. Away from Dominic. Away from every chain of my past. Even Rachel didn't know yet but I guess I'll bringing her along. My lips pressed together. “New York,” I repeated, careful. He nodded. “End of next week, if all goes according to plan.” I stared at him for a moment. How was it possible the universe kept laying these bridges in front of me? Was this fate or a trap? Could I use this as a cover? Or would he become another problem to solve?