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Meanwhile, the man in the hat found himself inside Mathias' room, a stroke of fortune—or misfortune—placing him exactly where Mathias had concealed the book. As he writhed in agony, his eyes inadvertently landed upon the coveted book. Disbelieving his own luck, he swiftly snatched it, his hands trembling with anticipation. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped out of the shattered window, escaping into the night. "Let's make our escape!" he bellowed, urgency lacing his voice. His men, some struggling to their feet while others were carried, rallied and fled, leaving behind the scene of chaos. Unbeknownst to Mathias, the man in the hat now possessed the book. Unwavering in his pursuit, Mat

I said then we all smiled now. Later on me and Psyche have a happy life also Zachary with her girlfriend we just know. While Erah is also happy now for her self and lastly Nale and Aiya are now married. We made it to have a normal life and the Wood Creek town of us have a peaceful life but still a little crime. Yes, we may have escaped our suffering and pain in life but in the end we all know that we cannot escape death. A/N: Thank you for reading my second book the Escaping The Madness Of Death and I hope you like it. ^ ^

The warm light played across their faces in gold and shadow. "Give me something honest," Asher said harshly. Damien blinked. "What?" "Something you've never told anyone. Something that isn't a tool." Damien gazed into the flames. His voice was so low that it was hardly audible. "When I was ten, I escaped. I made it two blocks before I frightened myself. I slept in a bridge. I thought I could get away." Asher saw firelight dance in his eyes. "Why did you leave?"

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

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

They nodded and kept watching me, their close brush with death opening their eyes to what mattered. Thankfully, the newest addition to the group, the people who had escaped the war themselves helped to find the keys that had been left by the jailer in a hurry and freed us. When it was completely dark, we prepared to make our escape. Naturally, I was chosen to lead the escape since I was able to sense their presence and smell them before it was too late. The darkness protected me from seeing the bodies we passed over. I wasn’t sure I would have been able to make it if I could see what I was stepping on.

She smiled back, waving her hand as I left the hall. I walked over to the supply closet, gathered the cleaning tools and fresh linens I needed, and headed straight up to the master's wing. I pushed open the first heavy door, entering the space that belonged to Valerius. A familiar chill ran down my spine. As usual, the room was dimly lit. Since they were supposed to be thousands of miles away in Russia, I had planned to escape through the back door tonight. Once the rooms were flawlessly presentable, I slipped out of their suffocating rooms and made my way down to the gardens to meet Leo. The crisp evening air felt like a lifeline.

"He isn't" "You'd his baby" "What if it isn't his?" Isabelle crane her head, a cheeky laughter on her face. "Bron then?" Greta cuss and pull out her pillow, Isabelle giggle. # At Warsaw******** The Mack's Mansion "Issy is here" Katy scream hugging her as she got out of the car, Isabelle suck in her breath scouting the Mack building in Warsaw,she was back... Triplicate burial as gone faster than expected, he was buried in Warsaw, in the midst of the people he'd killed.

No one cared about his desk anymore. Meanwhile, Miguel had already hidden the book near the old well, deep in the hill forest. Covered with stones and buried under loose earth. Natalie, Cielo, and Miguel blended in with the crowd of survivors, acting like they had lost everything. Just another family trying to escape a deadly fire. Natalie held onto her mother's hand as they walked away from the burning village. "Is it safe?" Cielo asked softly. Natalie nodded with a cold smile. "The book is hidden. Bruce will never find it. And now..."

**A Web of Secrets** As the safe house door clicked shut behind them, Sophia stood shivering in the dim light, her drenched clothes clinging to her skin. She felt a sense of relief for having escaped the immediate danger, but the weight of the unknown loomed heavy in her mind. Her eyes moved from Ethan to the man who had accompanied them, waiting for answers. The room was small and sparse, with a single window that looked out onto the alley they had just fled through. Sophia could barely see through the rain streaking down the glass. The place was cold, lifeless—a stark contrast to the life she had imagined for herself, for her family.