Getting The Hell Outta Dodge Novels & Stories

“Until you can handle her or anyone else who tries to hurt you.” The determination in his voice should comfort me. Instead, it just reminds me how much danger I'm in. How many people want to see me fail, exposed, destroyed. We return to drills. Zane increases the speed gradually, pushing me to react faster, move quicker. My muscles scream in protest, but I force them to obey. Dodge left. Duck under. Pivot right. Again and again until the movements become muscle memory. “Now try blocking,” he instructs. “Sometimes you can't avoid the hit. So you need to redirect it.”

Lucifer, your going to come up the middle with Hellraiser. Reaper and Bonez throw down the empty guns. "Set these bitches on fire." I say pointing to the SUVs. I cloak us all as we start setting fire to the SUVs parked around the clubhouse. Using their paranormal strength Reaper and Bonez push burning SUVs against all the exits. No one will get in and no one will get out. The horde is so caught up in the fight none of them realize their guns have been taken out. Their getaway cars are out of commission. And their exits have been blocked.

These thoughts made it easier for me to tune out the fighting and the mobocracy. Suddenly, familiar hands picked me up and told me to move. Hezekiah was trying to get me out of the Jubilee; out from the back door, since the front was a bit "crowded" then. We didn't get far until the shouting started: "Hoodoo witches!" someone screamed. "Hoodoo witches!" When I heard those words, I felt the hope inside me that died come back to life again. I prayed that this time, they would get to me.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

This is it… It's now or never. My lips part, and I breathe a shaky breath in before running for the door. I pull the door open and bolt out, leaping off the porch. I feel the grass below my feet, but I can't enjoy it; my only focus is getting as far away from this hell as possible.

“God damnit Dradon, you’re supposed to dodge the bullets coming at you not catch them with your body. Trixie yelled ducking down in her seat. “Oh, I’m bout tired of this bullshit.” Trixie said, grabbing her bag pulling a grenade out, she pulled the pin hopped out the truck using the door to block the bullets coming her way. She peeked out to try and find out where the bullets where coming from. “I got yall stupid asses nii, yall done fucked up.” Trixie said throwing her grenade at the group of men that were firing at them. She ducked back behind the truck door waiting for the sweet sounds of the blast, then the screams of the men yelling out what body part was blown off in the blast. “GOT

Perhaps he knew he was on the losing side, especially that Shari was only a few meters away from him with her gun in hand, pointing at him as well. “Einille says, get out! Don’t bother her again, or else you’ll have to deal with me.” Vale slowly puts his gun down. “I’ll go for now, but I’ll come back soon.” Hero strolled fast, going out of the house. They all breathed out in peace when they reached the roared of an engine going away. “Sorry about that.” Vale sharply exhaled. He lightly scratched his hair after he rested his gun to the holster behind him.

Every word hit like a punch to the gut. She shook with rage, hands clamped tight around my throat. Her bloodshot eyes screamed murder. I gasped, air slipping away fast. Right as everything started to blur, Mike kicked her off. "Stupid bitch! You trying to ruin everything? If she dies, how the hell are we supposed to get money from the Felton family?" Cecilia hit the floor hard, shrieking like a maniac. Mike didn't even look at her. Just turned to me. "Chill. You're safe—for now. At least until Terrance Felton shows up with the cash. You two must be something. He's offering a whole billion for you. Not bad, huh?"

"What?" I couldn't help but laugh softly. "Some people really don't know their place. What a pathetic excuse for a person." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Heath trying to rush toward me in a fit of rage, only to be stopped by Flynn's security guard. He looked like he was about to explode. I suddenly felt a rush of relief—leaving him had been the smartest decision I ever made. Winona, still clutching the expensive gown, reached out and grabbed Heath's hand, her voice soft. "Heath, let it go. Ms. Harris didn't mean it. Your wedding's in a month. Don't get into a fight because of me."