Matpat Escape The Night Novels & Stories

The realization that we were trapped, locked within Weston's room, sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through our veins. I scrambled, my mind racing, searching for a place to hide. A nearby wardrobe presented itself as my only option, and I slipped inside just in time as the door swung open. Patricia, Weston's younger sister, stood in the doorway, her gaze narrowing upon her brother. "Weston, what's going on? I heard noises. Why are you so uneasy?" Weston's features contorted, his expression a delicate balance between panic and composure. "It's nothing, Patricia. Just... just some personal matters I needed to attend to."

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

It was time to go back to work. ... Three people were adjusting my clothes; one was behind me, and my hair was being brushed. "Sit down, Yhra, make up." I sat down and they were adjusting to my clothes and heels now. I am wearing a jump suit for the winter/spring collection. Run Away should be in NYC, but the organizers are Filipino, so the venue is here. Many rich and famous people are here for this weekend away. I looked up slightly and put a red velvet shade on my lips.

Matteo said through gritted teeth as he felt the electric leech on his neck twitch, sending a jolt of pain through his body. He peeled the note open and read Asher’s message. It said, *We have to get out of here. I have a plan, but we need one more person. Someone who can hack the security system. Do you know anyone?* Matteo’s heartbeat slowed to a painful rhythm. He and Asher had been looking for a way to escape for months, but they had never found an opportunity. The lab was heavily guarded and monitored, and the leeches on their necks prevented them from using their powers.

“Don't worry. I made sure of everything. Nobody important is awake at this time and Cross is out. He won't be back in enough time.” Enough time to make our getaway, his words implied. I was at least a little glad he didn't dismiss my worries or chalk it up to paranoia even though it would be very accurate. Then Matt led us out through a door and for the first time I met the open air. Breeze fanned my face and u felt tears in my eyes due to the overwhelming emotions. We were close. Close to our escape. The place was dark and it was night time, silent if not for the dark bass music of the club echoing. It was a 24 hour club after all so some girls were still working the night shift.

He knew it himself that he is not brave enough to enter such a game. Because of his extreme exhaustion, Sleep became much more easily than he'd expected. He fell asleep in just a couple of minutes. On a usual night, Luke and Kaya were the ones that stay up all night to guard their post, taking turns every night. Their surroundings were in complete silence. Ghouls were roaming around the city, searching for their prey.

But it tasted soft and delicious. “We should be awake later, like past eleven,” Einille said after finishing her meal. Vale’s forehead crumpled, “Why so early? They said the jump-off has to be one in the morning. Don’t be too excited,” he teased. “You have seen the influx of hikers now, right? Too many! We have to be early to catch the sea of clouds and the sunrise.” Einille drank a glass of water and went on, “All right, let’s settle on past twelve.”

He continued, "If I can't have you, I'd rather kill myself!" Francis punched him square in the face. "As you wish!" Later, the security guards threw Nick outside the venue. The Alpha, who once boasted about conquering the southern territory, was nothing more than a pathetic wreck. Francis called Nick's Beta to pick him up, stating that allowing him to return to his own pack alive was the greatest mercy they could offer. Surprisingly, Nick started camping outside my house every day. A group of guards watched him squatting at my doorstep daily.

Mary held Lilac close, whispering to soothe her. Scarlet crouched beside me, breathing hard. "You good?" "Ask me when it's quiet again," I managed terrified. For a long time none of us moved, the creatures paced outside the overpass howling in frustration. Then, one by one, they drifted away pulled by something unseen. When the last one vanished into the fog, Scarlet exhaled shakily, "We'll move at dawn." John nodded, gripping Mary's shoulder, "We'll get to the safe zone by tomorrow. Just a few more miles."

We settled into our home cinema—yes, we had one, and I was the one who suggested it when we built the house. After much debate over which movie to watch, we finally settled on a romantic film. Mattias and Ryle had suggested a horror movie, but my mum and I disapproved. As we all know, the ladies were always right, and eventually, they agreed with us. ————- LUCAS’S POV For months, I had been plotting my escape from this psychiatric prison. I knew every guard's routine, every shift change, and every moment of weakness in their security. The night shift was my opportunity, the time when they were at their most complacent.