I Can't Escape Novels & Stories

I would know, wouldn’t I? A good mother would know. Am I a good mother? A second tear joins the first on the mattress. I don’t even know who I am anymore—what I am. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. I don’t even know who I am, and you know what? It doesn’t matter. What matters is what I do, and what I’m going to do is get out of here. Escape attempt number 442 is gonna be the one.

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

Possession. And there was no escape.

And if Damon was refusing to let me go… Then I would have to find another way out. Because one thing had become painfully clear— I could not stay here. Not like this. Not anymore. And as that thought settled deep in my chest— quiet. Firm. Unshakable— I realised something else. This wasn’t just heartbreak. This wasn’t just pain. This— was the beginning of my escape.

Sarah's POV When I submitted my application to leave the pack to the administration center, the elder in charge of the registration thought that he had misread it. "Sarah Holloway! You're leaving the Snowlight Pack?" "Yes. I felt my mate calling out to me through the mind-link a few days ago," I said, repeating the excuse I'd prepared beforehand. "He told me that he's in the Neutral Zone, and I'm planning to take Nora there to reunite with him."

Charles had gone on a business trip, and Samantha had been busy with her thesis. "I was behind her at the time, and I heard everything you said. But I never stopped what I was doing. "I was thrusting her so hard that she struggled to catch her breath, yet she was still comforting you," Charles said. My blood turned cold in an instant. For the first time in my life, I felt like I hated everything about the world. The system's voice rang out. "The host's desire to leave has become stronger. The elimination time will be reduced to half. Counting down. 24 hours left."

"What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I crying all over again? Why do I have to look like this person? I am not this weak. No, I can't do this anymore. Maybe escaping was a bad idea for me. I should never have thought of escaping. If I had not tried to escape, I wouldn't have sprained my ankle, nor would I have bruised my elbow. Also, because in the process of coming down from this building, I had actually bruised my elbow. Now I just made it all worse by spraining my ankle. How would I run out? Or better said, how would I walk?" I thought to myself as something deep within encouraged me again. "I have to keep going. I have come this far. I can't give up now. If any of those three brothers

Let your imagination go wild! "What is this for?" I asked. "Take a photo of it and send it to your driver. Tell him I'm the last person you're with, and I'll take full responsibility if anything awful happens to you. Call him so that you may have a proper conversation with him." I locked my gaze on him, trying to figure out if he was serious, and he locked his gaze on me as well. No one wants to break a stare, but I swiftly avoided it when I felt like I was melting through his stare. I sighed in despair; I really wanted to go home, and if Cielo still isn't coming, I might take him up on his offer. I feel like I'm getting a cold, my head hurts, and the rain isn't helping. I called Cielo's num

Something deeper. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape it.

Could I? So much time has passed and I’m no closer to escaping. I could feel myself start to spiral, but I truly believed today was my last day here. I had fooled myself into believing my own lie. Maybe Ava and I weren’t so different after all. Another failed plan, another day where my dreams were shattered, another night of trying to hold onto something that wasn’t ever going to happen. I wanted to be free. I wanted to escape. I wanted…