Escape Me Never Novels & Stories

“We aren’t just going out dancing. We are going out to get rip roaringly drunk and high off our rockers. These men are driving us fucking insane, so let’s do something insane. I know this place, we’ll be safe, promise.” “Okay.” She says hesitantly but gets up and gets ready. We stand and look at ourselves in the mirror. Chiara’s mood is already better. “God we’re hot.” I say. “We are.” She agrees while playing with her hair. “Let’s go.” I grab my purse. We manage to sneak out, unseen. I hail a cab and we head to the club. The line is huge. “We’re never getting in.” Chiara says. “Who said we’re waiting in line?”

It was my agent again. I gave Raina a look, excusing myself with a quick tilt of my head. “One second.” I answered the call, my heart already picking up speed. “What is it?” “Bad news,” the agent said. “Eliza’s escaped from prison.” My blood ran cold. "How? When?"

I have to escape! I do the only thing that comes to my mind: I run.

Chapter 5 Cleo I love running it clears my head and gets me into focus mode. There are times when you need to figure out if you are running away from something or to something. If I want to avoid conflict and I don't want to hurt anyone; I find excuses to run , if I believe what we have is worth fighting for and that you are worth the fight; leap, fall ,or jump... I will find every possible reason to stay. I am able to exercise self control;given any situation I can way my options and react accordingly. I have never lost self control at work until Angelo happened.

His masculine scent is too overpowering that I can’t focus on what he’s saying. “…ember, the longer you’re on the ground, the less likely you can escape, let alone win.” He finishes and I mentally smack myself for not paying attention. “Escape?” I repeat, dumbly, mind latching onto the word. It seems cowardly and I don’t want to be a coward. It’s Luca who answers, “No offense, Miss but right now, running away is the only thing you can do.” Well, that’s one way of crushing my hopes.

Rather I was going to use this opportunity to escape!

"Very well, Cataleia, what do you plan to do now? My apologies if I have to kick you out from my turf, I cannot have a suspicious person running around my area of responsibility. You are human, but you're no diplomat or government official. I will be in trouble if people accuse me of smuggling you." Cataleia zipped her lips. Now that she is here... what is she going to do? Escanor took a deep breath and then rubbed the girl's forehead. "It would appear to me that you've had a bad week. It won't be getting any better by escaping, trust me." "Are you saying I shouldve stayed and died?" "Let me finish." he replied sassily. "I am only breaking it to you that this was not the best place for you t

CHAPTER 29 Escapism Escapism - escaping from reality Origin: English 29 NICK'S POV EIGHT YEARS AGO "Nick are you sure about this? Her folks might send us to jail dude." I hear Alec. "Just wait, alright? She'll be out." I gaze at my watch and it was already one in the morning. Alec and I were waiting for Catherine to come out of their mansion. We weren't planning on eloping or running away, but we just wanted to go out. We wanted to see each other after what happened when her father found us. I know it's gonna be harder to sneak her out and her bodyguards will be following her everywhere she'll go but I will do want whatever I can just to see my girlfriend.

he mouthed. Mary pulled Lilac into her arms, whispering prayers. Scarlet nodded toward the side exit. "We move, quietly." We slipped through the back door into the alley, the wind was cold and sharp, carrying the faint stench of decay. Behind us, the front of the diner exploded inward as something hit it hard. The Hollowed, at least a dozen, they poured through the windows, shrieking, their eyes glowing in the dark. We had made it out of the diner just in time.

The cab surged forward, smoothly merging into the quiet nighttime traffic. I sank back into the seat, my trembling hands clutching my phone tightly against my chest. The mansion was shrinking in the distance, disappearing behind a row of towering city buildings. A breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips, quickly turning into a tearful sob of pure relief. I was out. The brothers couldn't reach me here. I pulled out my phone to text Nina that I was on my way. A single, beautiful realization grounded me: I was finally on the run, and tomorrow, my real family would be waiting.