Escapism By Raye Novels & Stories

Dear Reese, Please don’t be mad but I had to go. I can’t sit around here waiting and hoping that Christopher finds my mother. Emma and I know the area better than anyone else and I’m sure we can cover more ground than Christopher and his men alone. Please don’t worry about me. I have my magic and I will be fine. I love you and promise to come back as soon as I find my mother. Love you always and forever, Rayne

Aidan growls. “No. She’s doing what needs to be done.” ______________________ Faye I left to an empty house and to my surprise I arrive home to one too. I pick up the note on the kitchen counter. ‘Thanks for hosting us Pix When you realise where you belong - Come Home Love Reece’ He’s right. I don’t belong here. I never have and I never will. I was asked to teach kids how to protect themselves and those they love and instead of doing it with love and guidance, I shot one of them.

“Okay, let me hear it, then.” Abby raised her finger, letting me know I would in a minute. She turned it on, cranked the volume, and let her body move to the music. “What song is this?” I asked as I sped down the uneven road. “Escape by Enrique Iglesias.” I chuckled and shook my head. Abby was a hopeless romantic. “Shh, don’t say a word.” She giggled, bobbing her head. I nodded, glancing in the rear-view mirror to make sure no one followed us. For now, nothing seemed out of place. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least, for now, we were safe.

Elsa forgot about how afraid she was and growled, "excuse me? you raped me last night, you stand up in front of the paparazzi; and kidnap me. who the hell are you, my lifesaver?" Raymond raised his eyebrows slightly. "I saved your career. wasn't that what you are talking about?" none of today's photo will go out, and there won't be any bad reports about you. was I not helping you by doing that?" he said, Elsa stared at him in disbelief.

Samantha placed her phone on the table and asked, "Yolanda, do you have a charger?" Yolanda looked at the phone Samantha placed on the table and nodded. "Sure, I'll go get it for you." Samantha looked at her gratefully and took the pen and paper from her. As Yolanda left the room, Samantha looked at the clean sheet of paper and started visualizing Kendrick in the sunlight and the dazzling silver bridge under the moonlight. She shut her eyes and immersed herself in her world. When she opened her eyes again, she let go of all distractions, took the pen, and carefully outlined the well-formed pattern in her mind.

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.

At first, Marco thought it was a spam call. But after listening for a few seconds, he put it on speaker. "Hello, Miss Eleanor? I'm calling to ask if you still need the basic cremation package you reserved? If you put down a 5% deposit now, we can continue to hold it for you." "Miss Eleanor? Miss Eleanor?" Hearing the words "basic cremation package," Draven covered his eyes in anguish. "So I heard her right that day."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Magnus's tired voice came through: "...Yes. The elders only suggested house arrest. Kieran insisted on the Cell of Silence. He said you needed that kind of pain to learn, to learn respect for Seraphina." "Thank you." I hung up. The last bit of hesitation vanished. I took off the ring from my finger and threw it into the fire before me. Then, I tossed Kieran's black card, house keys, and car keys onto the lawn. "We're even." I turned and flagged down a taxi. "To the airport." Forty minutes later, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in the departure lounge. The radio was broadcasting breaking news: "A massive fire has broken out at a

“What if one day we leave all this behind?” His brows lifted slightly. “The business?” he asked. “Everything,” I replied softly. “The danger. The family drama. The constant problems.” He stayed quiet, listening carefully. “I think I’d want somewhere far away,” I continued. “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere nobody can reach us.” A small smile appeared on his face. “And what exactly does this imaginary place look like?” I smiled slightly, already picturing it in my head. “A big house,” I said. “Not too modern. Somewhere surrounded by trees. Maybe near water.”

Nevaeh's hair was messy, as if she had rushed over. "Weren't you supposed to come to Brookshire University with me? Why did your parents say you're going abroad? "Where are you going?" There was panic in her voice, impossible to hide. I did not respond. I kept walking, letting her cry out behind me until security escorted her away. When the plane finally took off, I looked out the window at the city shrinking below. My heart was calm. I knew that my new life, free from Nevaeh’s clutches, had finally begun.