Great Escapes Book Novels & Stories

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

I felt my hand being squeezed gently prompting me to look at Cleo. "Cleo ?" Cleo swallowed hard and spoke "Hmm." "we found you." Tears started to spring from Cleo's eyes and she winced in pain and touch her head . "Rosa ?" " she fled and I am trying to find her with my team ." "Our baby?" Daniel cut in " Your baby girl is okay and you owe me grandma's recipe." Cleo winced and darted her eyes from side to side " I am sorry who are you again ."

He'd make the man pay for this botch of a hit job. AUTHOR’S NOTE: I am doing an upspree of 10 or more chapters of Escaping the Mafia Queen today! Get ready for the fun ride <3

She took out the bedding and folded it neatly and placed it in the basket " Cleo . " " I haven't spoken to my extended family for twenty years . What makes you think I want to talk to them now." " Maybe because someone I love said; God is able to work miracles when you least expect . Grace is always there to remind us that redemption is possible. You can't change the past but the decisions you make now will determine how you live out the rest of your life..." " Who are you ?" " The man who loves you . I listen to you when you think I'm not. "

“We have to go, NOW!” The Escape They ran. Through the smoke. Through the screams of failing machinery. Noah grabbed a case of hard drives. Grace fired at guards swarming from the elevator. They reached the jungle just as the estate exploded behind them, stone and flame soaring into the sky. The shockwave knocked them to the ground. Silence followed. Smoke. Embers. And the bitter scent of ending. The Aftermath They didn’t speak until they were back on the yacht, miles away from the burning island.

Too far to make out faces, but something about the sight made my chest tighten. Then they were gone. That night, before I drifted into restless sleep, I wrote in my notebook again. Rules for Staying Alive, Updated, Bridges are death traps. If you see someone don't let them see you first. The rain burns. Stay under cover. Something else is out there. Watching. Don't forget who you were before the end. I hesitated, then added one more, Whatever's calling me… I have to find out why. The wind whispered through the broken windows, carrying a faint sound I couldn't quite name like laughter, or maybe wings again, either way, I wasn't running anymore. Tomorrow, I'd go farther west, there had to be s

When I was a child, I wandered from place to place, and the beatings and abuse from cruel people left me permanently deaf. Because of that, I was always on guard around strangers, never opening my heart to anyone. When I turned 18, the Moon Goddess revealed that Eric and I were fated to be mates. That very day, Eric fell in love with me at first sight. "I don't think someone like me is worthy of marrying the Alpha of the Kalmoor Pack." No matter how many times he confessed to me, I rejected him every time. Then, an earthquake struck, and he shielded me with his body without hesitation. Even as falling rocks hit him in the head, he never let go of his protective embrace.

But the searing sensation is a strange comfort, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil I can't seem to escape. Slamming the empty glass onto the bar with a dull thud, I prepare to escape the suffocating atmosphere. But before I can utter a word, before I can even formulate an exit strategy, Raphael's hand reaches out, his touch unexpectedly gentle. His fingers cup my cheek, the warmth a stark contrast to the icy grip of despair threatening to consume me.

POV: Beatrice The mansion was silent, but the weight of its presence pressed down on me, suffocating. Every breath felt stolen, every step a betrayal. I moved through the corridors with the precision of someone who knew the cost of getting caught. The cold marble beneath my feet sent a chill up my spine, grounding me in the reality of what I was doing. I was running. Escaping. Finally breaking free from the cage that had held me captive for too long.

Kays laughs, and I settle comfortably against his chest and begin my story: “Evening fatigue settles on the shoulders like an unbearable weight. Gently swaying, and unpleasantly jolting over potholes, the passengers in the overcrowded minibus sat in gloomy silence, counting the stops until theirs…” _________ Thank you to everyone who read my book. I’m truly grateful to you all. If you enjoyed this story, please join me in reading the second book set in this world. It’s Fisa’s story and is titled When Fate Changes Plans.