Escaping Reality Book Novels & Stories

Knox’s POV I threw myself into work, but my mind was nowhere near it. No matter how busy I stayed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Something bad. That sick pressure sat in my chest all morning. Granddad kept telling me to stop worrying, that everything was handled, but worrying about Sienna wasn’t something I knew how to shut off. Especially not with that fucking pervert walking free. Universal Airlines had exploded overnight. We were pulling in extra teams, expanding into more cities, meetings stacked on meetings. I buried myself in it, fingers moving fast across the keyboard, trying to outrun my thoughts.

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. ^ ^

Ed said, remembering his disappointment with the book’s ending. “Oh, I thought that was interesting.” Ruby liked how the book gave readers the freedom to choose their interpretation of the ending. Regardless of whether Pi was deceiving, experiencing hallucinations, or conveying the truth, "The book contains a lot of heavy interpretations about spiritual journeys, which also put me off. It’s too complicated for me. I read for entertainment, not to add more thoughts,” Ed concluded. Ruby laughed softly. “You read to escape. Truly escape from reality. Seeking peace.” “You could say that. My life is far from peaceful, so I seek peace.” Ed nodded and reread a paragraph because he had lost concentr

She went to the book case and pulled out a book that had a rose patterned spine with no author and heard something click at the far end. She decided to check out the source of the noise...When she reached the far end of the huge book case she found nothing and when she turned around she saw a dim light seeping through the fire place. Apart from the gnawing gut feeling not go inside, her curiosity got the better of her. She pushed the door open went inside , thought of turning around and going home ,but the door shut immediately making her wish she hadn't gone inside. Slipping off her heels for fear of tripping and rolling down the stairs she continued to go down the tunnel and made it to a r

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Jack "That was crazy." I murmur to Everett as we exit the bookshop, my head still spinning from what I learned today. Although the anatomy lesson was actually very appreciated. "So your house or mine?" Everett's question pulls me back into the present. "For what?" I ask. He rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated with me. "For when we host book club." He says. I look at him confused as we continue walking towards the parking lot. "What?" I ask. He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me.

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint. I abruptly sat up. Now where was I? My sudden movements only accentuated the painful throbbing, like someone hitting my chest with a hammer. “Hello?” I said quietly, feeling around with my hands.

than him. He hadn’t meant it lightly, I could tell and I hadn’t answered lightly either. Safer. Yes, books were safer. Stories never hurt you. They ended where they were supposed to. Characters didn’t betray you with broken promises or cold silences. Pages didn’t leave scars but Alex? He was the opposite of safe. He was chaos wrapped in control, temptation disguised as sharp suits and colder words. And yet… I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, the shadows from the streetlights painting faint stripes across it.