Escaping Hell Novels & Stories

I could feel the faint, warm brush of his lips against my skin, accompanied by the distinct scent of cedarwood, rain, and expensive tobacco—a scent that had haunted my nights. "We missed you, princess," he murmured against my pulse point, his voice dripping with an agonizingly familiar, possessive fondness. That single sentence shattered every ounce of denial I had left. The fragile illusion of safety I had spent the last two days building evaporated into thin air. It was them. The brothers. They had found me. Panic, hot and blinding, surged through my paralysis. I needed to escape. I opened my mouth again, desperate to tear a scream from my lungs, determined to make enough noise to bring th

He didn't even look down when he dropped the bottle. The doctor came and checked my pupils and blood pressure, then said, "It's a miracle! This is an unprecedented case!" Lying on the bed, I listened to them, but my mind was in a mess. The system's voice rang out again. "Host, Charles gave up his own life in exchange for you to start a new life in another world. This is my final word. Goodbye." I lay on the bed. The golden rays of light spilled in from outside, casting a soft hue on the back of my hand.

Edda had always been a realist. “No one is dying today.” Raphaël’s voice exploded on the channel, hard as steel. “Mateo, you’re closest. Go back. Find him. The rest of you, cover the perimeter. The helicopter will land in three minutes. I’m not leaving without him.” I was already running before he finished the sentence. The explosion had destroyed part of the exit corridor. The ceiling had collapsed in several places, blocking the path. Smoke and dust filled the air, making visibility almost zero. The smell was of gunpowder, burned concrete, and blood.

To die … or to escape death? “What the hell?!!”

I mean I couldn't even escape him in our college, he had his way with me even when we are surrounded by thousands of students and now only 12 members are here how am I supposed to escape him. The mere thought of him staying with us is sending a chill to me and making me shiver at that. Why can't he be a normal guy for once? Someone was shaking me "Ayla? Hey Ayla? Look hey put the seat belt on?" "Hey Ayla" I could hear them calling me by waving their hands near my face and I came out of my trance by blinking my eyes several times. "Huh?" Meera sighed at me. "My god women, put your goddamn seat belt now"

She was not going to let these things happen to her beloved daughter. But when that mistress came into their life, she didn’t only steal her father’s love for her mother. But she also ruined their life. She ruined her life. Warm liquids are starting to form in the corner of her eyes as she repeatedly shakes her head out of objection. Her system is filled with anger especially when her Father mutters… “I have made up my mind. I’m sending you to Valle de La Muerte.” “Brace yourself for an end and a new beginning.” The phrase uttered by the old woman flashed through her mind like a crystal clear.

The sound cracked through the hall like thunder. Smoke exploded everywhere—thick, choking, blinding. “Catherine!” Jordan shouted. Chaos erupted. People screamed. Chairs scraped. Someone knocked into me. I heard running footsteps—fast, deliberate. Denzel was escaping. “Seal the exits!” Kenan roared. But it was too late. The smoke began to clear some minutes later. Slowly. Painfully. When my vision returned… Denzel was gone. Giselle was gone. The guards cursed.

Moments later, as he was sleeping. Eurus found himself dreaming. He dreamt of being in a bottomless pit, shouting and shouting, hoping for someone to save him. Everything was pitched black. He then sees a ray of light just above him. He shouted again, yet no one responded. Then all of a sudden, a silhouette just above him suddenly appeared, seemingly on its knees, staring down at him. He shouted once again, his voice echoed, reaching onto the top. He continued shouting until his voice eventually faded. He then tried to climb his way up, but the stone walls around him were slippery and covered with moss, nearly impossible for him.

The terrifying power unleashed by the V12 diesel engine made the car vibrate. “Hold on tight!” Jack abruptly shifted gears and floored the accelerator! The "Pink Hellfire," like an enraged pink rhinoceros, dragged its ten-ton body along another underground escape tunnel (also paved with marble) built by Haley, hurtling towards the surface! "Jack! The exit... the exit is in an abandoned auto repair shop in Queens!" Alia, enduring excruciating pain, pulled up the route map Haley had provided. "But... it's all... all National Guard outside!"