Just Escape Novels & Stories

Lucas Fenrir was the son of the Alpha of the Silvertail Pack, born as the pack's greatest pride. When his Luna and first love, Nara Boris, chose to leave, he married me in a fit of rage—the most unremarkable Omega in the pack. Everyone said I was just a substitute for Nara. They were waiting to see me abandoned, to see me cry, and to see me beg on my knees. Nonetheless, I always smiled and calmly fulfilled Lucas' every demand. I helped him stabilize the pack's morale, stood up for him in public, and even defended him against the rumors that he had rekindled his past romance with Nara. Until one day, I saw him on the streets during the Moon Goddess Festival. He was holding Nara, kissing her deeply. Meanwhile, I simply turned my head away in silence from behind the crowd and pretended I saw nothing. A few months later, I was diagnosed with wolfsbane poisoning that had spread to my nervous system. My condition was beyond saving. I was admitted to the ICU of the pack's hospital, with only a few days left to live. Lucas came when he heard the news. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared and grabbed my dying body. "Why didn't you tell me? Why are you trying to die alone in secret?" I looked at his unhinged expression, my gaze as gentle as it had always been. There was even a faint mocking smile curling at my lips. "Lucas, I've never loved you. "The one I loved… was actually your twin brother—Derrick."

Three years after bonding with my fated mate, Kael, he inherited his elder brother’s Alpha position. A witch delivered a prophecy: “Only if Kael claims his brother’s Luna, the Saintess Selena, and sires a sacred heir, can the pack continue its glory.” Kael immediately gripped my hand tightly, shielding me behind him, and refused resolutely. The elders were furious. He was given ninety-nine lashes and was made to kneel before the altar for three days and three nights. Though covered in wounds, he still said firmly: “I have only one mate in my life, and that is Evelyn.” But later, the elders were about to slit my throat with a silver dagger. Kael finally broke down. He pressed his forehead against my palm, his voice trembling: “Evelyn, wait, just wait a little longer for me. I only want you to survive. I’m just going to get Selena pregnant.” “Once the heir is born, I’ll take you far away. I will never love her. You are my only mate.” My heart ached as if pierced by knives, and my wolf let out mournful howls. I could only agree. After that, he spent every night tangled up with Selena, and the sounds of their pleasure were like knives torturing me. Finally, on the ninety-ninth time, Selena became pregnant. I went to find Kael in high spirits, wanting to tell him that we could finally leave together. But I overheard their conversation in the study: “If Evelyn knew that you bribed the witch to spread a false prophecy just to be with me, how heartbroken would she be?” Kael paused for a moment, then said in a gentle, hoarse voice: “Evelyn will never know. She will always be my Luna.” My world collapsed in an instant. The next moment, I wiped away my tears and dialed a long-forgotten phone number: “Come pick me up in three days.”

I’m the Blackthorn family’s top surgeon and their “cleaner.” I’ve handled countless messes for Evan Blackthorn. I was also his secret lover for five years. He was inside me more times than I can count, holding me tight as I came apart, kissing me with an obsession for my body he never bothered to hide. It all ended after sex one night, when he said with a casual laugh, “I should get a wife, Rachel.” “And maybe you should find a good man and get married, too.” I wasn’t angry. I just quietly said, “Okay.” In my last life, I insisted on staying by his side. It got me both my hands broken, my career as a surgeon shattered. In the end, during a raid by a rival family, he left me behind as bait, holding his brother’s widow, Sofia, tenderly in his arms. So this time, I learned my lesson. I stayed away from him. Found a new man, just like he wanted. But this time, the always cool and calculated Mafia Don lost his mind.

Betrayed by her sister. Poisoned by her fiancé. Valeria is thrust into a world of political schemes, deadly rivals, and a Lycan King whose obsession she cannot escape. Every choice could cost her life… or her heart. He won’t let go. And in a world where trust is a lie, survival may come at the price of desire.

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it’s another business document. Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine. The only rule? Don’t fall in love. I broke it. He didn’t. So I’m cashing out. Thirty days from now, I’m gone. But now he’s noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me. He says he’ll never let me go. But he has no idea I’m already halfway out the door. How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

I loved my foster brother, Cayden, for five years—five years of hiding, lying, and choking on the shame that came with every kiss, every touch, every lie. I should have hated myself for it, but I loved him too much for that to matter. I thought we had a future, until his first love, the one who had once shattered him, returned without warning. Suddenly, I was nothing more than a dirty secret. While he smiled at his engagement party, I was lying in a hospital bed, waiting for death, worn down by my heart condition and his cold neglect. I was as good as gone. Until Miles, who would later become my fiancé, saved me. A year later, I came back—with a loving fiancé, a healthy body, and a new life. Cayden seemed broken by my “death,” but all I felt was bitter irony. We were foster siblings, never meant to be together. He was just a mistake from my past, a mistake I swore I’d never repeat. But life didn’t turn out as smooth as I imagined. Miles carried secrets, and Cayden… he wasn’t ready to let me go.

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

The wealthy Governor is in a fix when the wealthiest business family in the town asks his youngest daughter’s hand in marriage to their oldest heir in order to even their past betrayals and settle down their generation old enmity into an alliance. With both the families having their own secrets to hide, will this alliance be fruitful or will the first meeting of the billionaire heir and the Governor’s daughter turn things upside down? A story where Opposites Repel. ____ "Dream on, Mr Kayden Knight. I will never be your bride." Eleanor said through gritted teeth. "We are two headstrong people, Eleanor Watson. We will have enough time to clash after our marriage. So, stop creating problems now and smile for the cameras to give them their desired headline." Kayden Knight gives a gentle squeeze to her shoulder and continues smirking at the photographers. Eleanor gives him a wary glance and does as told.

I carried my fated mate’s pup. Alpha Seth’s pup. But for twelve years, he refused to claim me. I was his secret. His personal healer. Nothing more. He never even let our son, Leo, call him “Dad.” All because he hated that fate chose an “impure” mate like me. He claimed I drugged him, that I trapped him with a child. He ditched our son's First Howl for another woman. A powerful Beta named Sarah. That was the last straw. I rejected him. I took our son and ran. They say the proud Alpha lost his mind. That the pain of rejection tore him apart, and he hunted us like a madman. But there’s no going back. There is no forgiveness.

To avoid any suspicion of favoritism, my father, Myron Bradshaw, forces me to participate in the group blood donation. The only problem is I'm severely anemic. When the nurse, Lorna Ritter, draws 100 milliliters, my vision suddenly goes dark. I've just put my hand on the needle tube, about to call for a stop, when Ms. Ritter holds my wrist down. "You're calling it quits after only 100 milliliters? All the other students are donating 400 milliliters." She glances at my bloodless face, her eyes full of disgust. "Donating blood is such an honorable thing to do. Selfish fakers like you who pretend to be sick really deserve to be penalized with a double draw." Beside me, Dad looks at me coldly and says with disappointment, "Ronnie Bradshaw, is this how I raised you? Everyone else has donated, so don't think you can be an exception. You'll draw 400 milliliters of blood today even if it kills you." I gasp for air, my heart racing so fast it feels like it's about to burst. By the third tube, my vision blurs completely, and I collapse heavily to the ground. My soul slowly rises into the air as I gaze at Dad guiltily. I'm sorry, Dad, I'm really not lying. This time, I truly can't hold on any longer.