Escaping Reality Book Novels & Stories

Harlow tells her. Wait? She's going to be placed in the empty room between Dom and I? Yea, I am certainly fucked. To be continued. This is the end of No Escape Book 1. Thank you for reading. Have a lovely day. Book 2 will be up in the next few weeks.

He can keep wishing because that would never happen because I was going to get out of here. Tomorrow night, I was going to escape this hell hole. ***Author's note*** How was the chapter? Hope it met your anticipation and if you have any questions or any comments, feel free to drop one. And about Isaac, do you really think he can be trusted? On a different but related note... If you are looking for an amazing read, with lots of twists and unexpected turns, check out my newly updated book Alpha Kaden: The Primordial Hybrid. A story that will dive into the history and coming of werewolves, vampires and witches. #Newyorktimesbestseller ಥ‿ಥ

I swore to myself that this will be the last time I will travel inside this damned abyss. Although it my seemed cruel to Eric, I could not take it anymore. I already had my fill with this terrible abyss, too much close calls had already happened to me. I’m not even sure that the book of dreams was given by my grandfather during my birthday anymore. I sighed as I decided to throw out the book once I return to the real world and never enter the abyss anymore.

EZRA'S POV ★ Where could she be, huh? What's happening? Can someone explain it to me? First, it was Rosa passing out at the cliff, and now, a girl getting stuck. Rosa was here a few minutes ago, telling me to make sure the girl gets treated including her parents, and now, I can't find Rosa. She was right here before me. “I need to meet Mirabel…it's not something a wolf like me will have the idea of but I think a witch should know. Everything is just so strange.”

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

The Last Chapter AS planned, Ms. Dory and I boarded a plane going to Denmark. My hand couldn’t stop sweating and trembling even if the weather is cold. I just don’t know what to feel. I feel excited at the same time I feel nervous. The fast pounding of my heart gives a deafening sound. Ms. Dory beside me was already asleep.

Vera was surprised to hear Charlie say that he was scared, and she asked worriedly, "I wonder if you can tell me what you're scared of?" Charlie was silent for a long time as he sorted out his thoughts. Then, he cleared his throat and began, "I have already told you the story of how I obtained the Apocalyptic Book, as well as the life experiences that followed. Since we opened our hearts to each other, many events have been things we've shared and experienced together, so you know them well. Moreover, during my recent trip to America, I confirmed our earlier speculation—the Apocalyptic Book was not something I stumbled upon by chance. Instead, it was all part of a series of plans my father m

The old man answered with a voice filled with regret. "The Editors." Silence. The word itself carried unbearable weight. "They do not create stories." "They do not destroy stories." "They decide..." "...which stories are allowed to exist." The room trembled violently. Outside the shattered windows... Adrian saw colossal silhouettes moving between galaxies. Each figure carried an enormous book chained to its back. Whenever one of those books opened... entire constellations disappeared. The woman whispered, "They're already rewriting reality." The boy lowered his eyes. "They always arrive before the ending."

The cover showed a silver tree and a red door, titled: THE GHOSTS OF THE INK. The woman flipped to the last page, glanced at the words, then at Maya. "You’re not supposed to be here," she said, voice shaking with both fear and thrill. "The book ends with you dying in the white space. I just finished reading it ten minutes ago." Maya looked at the book. The ink on the page was shifting—new words, fresh and alive, wrote themselves as she watched. The woman glanced at the sky. "Oh no," she whispered. "The Readers—they didn’t vanish. They followed you into the real world."

Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text sacrificing itself in a puff of code‑ash. I felt the Authors’ intent in the way the world shifted. Not commanding me. Backing me. Like a crowd leaning against the same door I was trying to shoulder open. “Thank you,” I whispered, throat tight. The hum surged, like a pleased laugh in fifty different voices. The administrator did not laugh. Its mass jerked as the invisible pushes hit. Screens knocked askew tried to snap back into formation and failed. A page‑cluster on one