Getting The Hell Outta Dodge Novels & Stories

I was trapped. “No!” I gasped, my voice a mix of panic and disbelief. One of the guys stepped forward, his tone steady yet chilling. "Get in the car, bitch." I shook my head, panic surging through me, my heart racing. "No," I said, louder this time. "I'm not going anywhere with you." I made a run for it, darting to the side, hoping to escape before they could catch me. But the guy in front reached out and grabbed my arm. His grip was like iron, and his strength was overpowering. I twisted and pulled away, my nails digging into his wrist in a desperate attempt to break free.

They passed a flashing road sign—TORNADO WARNING: SEEK SHELTER NOW. Jack’s phone buzzed with an emergency alert. He frowned. “Perfect.” Wind rattled the side of the cruiser. Leaves swirled like birds gone mad. He pulled off the highway. “We’re not outrunning this. Hold tight.” “Where are we going?” “Somewhere below ground.” “Ironic,” she muttered. “Escaping captivity by returning to a hole.” He found a rusted Civil Defense shelter behind an old church. “Pray later. Move now.”

he whined making me shake my head in amusement and just like that I forget about what happened few minutes back. Who knew after this little encounter my life would changed completely. If only I gave attention to his talks on the phone I could have escaped from the devil. I walked out of the door after collecting the files and my bag while shouting back "I'm here... I'm here. Let's go" ******************************************** ✨ Point out any mistakes, so that I can change it. ✨Ok so what do you guys think about it? Any opinions so far? ✨Do let me know!!

I NEED HELP. The words glowed against the screen, sharp with panic. Pressing **send** felt like throwing an anchor into a storm, like clinging to something solid in a sea of terror. I tossed the phone onto the bed, my body stiff with fear, ears straining against the muffled footsteps outside. Time was slipping through my fingers. I couldn’t speak. One sound, one wrong move, and I was dead.

“Baby, let Mommy tell the family about you when we return, okay? She smiled sheepishly in the mirror. Then found a simple dress she wore on special occasions and even did a little makeup. Outside, Damien, Charlotte, and Lizzy saw her off to the car and a smile formed on their faces as they watched Zia drive off. ~ Zia hummed a happy tune as she drove towards the shopping mall. At the mall, she did as her mother-in-law had said and bought five dresses for herself and a few other accessories to pair them with. She then proceeded to the Martinelli family member's favorite shopping stores to buy a gift for each of them. However, as Zia left the final spot, her legs weakened, her head suddenly so

Jim slowed his pace, wary of what might happen next. Without warning a fierce spray of soil issued from both of the holes, like two brown fountains sending up jets of fine earth. The soil fell on the path in front of the gate and within seconds a great mountain of dirt had formed, blocking Jim’s way to the gate. There was no way he could get around the heap of dirt without going off the path, and that’s where his pursuers lurked. He thought about trying to climb it, but it was at least nine feet high and made entirely of loose earth. Earth was their element. There might be worse things hiding in the pile than lurked at the sides of the path.

DJ shifted on me slightly, his body still clamped to mine. “You okay, Kid?” I asked breathlessly. He nodded in confirmation. I smiled and pulled the hood of my sweater back up, covering his head, protecting him. Now we just needed to get out. I stumbled towards the front door. The heat and smoke were making it hard to move. All I wanted to do was curl into a ball and give up. Each step was like wading through quicksand as the lack of oxygen in my bloodstream started to shut down my body.

I heard a series of clicks and wirings from the nearest camera to my side. ..- - It was a morse code that Trei and I learned back in the years when I would usually use it to ask for help when I wanted to escape from my house. ‘GET.OUT.’ I grinned. There it is. Now there’s no doubt about it. It’s Trei. I got my gloves from under my pillow and started wearing them. My fingers flexed in anticipation and excitement. I got up and started heading for the door. It was time alright. Time for me to get out of this rotting hellhole. If I knew that this would happen, I wish I would have eaten something to get a boost of energy.

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

Praise explained. I stormed to the couch in my living room, grabbed my car keys, and hurried back to them. "Let's go," I commanded. "If you wanna get there early, we'll have to take another route. Dilla's road is completely blocked," Vicki announced. Dug in anger, I hurried out of the condo. Though I didn't know how I would get rid of this betrayal, I just had to leave first. ***