Ms. Escape: Marrying To Run, Fighting To Rise Novels & Stories

The sounds of swords clashing against one another rang like music in the air , she kept running never looking back,for looking back meant she'd fall , she didn't want to fall. It was a sight many would not have believed to happen, Maria Alana, the princess of Marsa was running like a common slave without shoes , it would have been hilarious to think about was it not happening in reality . “ get her !!! ” the voices screamed behind her , making her run faster , she must escape them , she didn't know where exactly she was going but running was the only thing keeping her from potential death and so even if she was running towards the moon it was fitting.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter 16 🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂🦂🦂 🦂🦂 🦂 #SADIQ Escaping and getting out of Marida sure wasn't easy, considering my condition but thanks to Jasmine's medicine, I was able to feel a whole lot better, Thanks to Frahan we were both able to sneak out of Marida right under the noses of the guards keeping a look out for me and Jasmine.. Both Jasmine and I disguised ourselves as slaves of Al-muktar escorting Al-muktar's merchandize out of the city... Even as we escaped out of Marida , we didn't come off our disguises because we were still in Marida's territory and we had to be careful of guards or assassins.

Didn’t pick the pages about betrayal or erasure. They read the quiet ones. The ones where Mara makes her daughter pancakes on a Sunday. The ones where she plants tomatoes and forgets they need sun. The ones where she almost gives up — but doesn’t. And the room listened. Like it was gospel. Eliza’s POV Someone in the front row cried during the scene where Mara tells her daughter: “I didn’t survive because I was strong. I survived because I ran out of ways to disappear.” After the reading, we took questions.

Maria I sat by the window, my eyes fixed on the world outside. I was trapped, with no escape from the pack that had taken me in. My life had taken a drastic turn, and I was now at the mercy of Alpha Felix. I couldn't believe how far I had fallen. A minute I was striving to send myself to college and the next I was battling to stay alive, if only the goddess hadn’t let my mother give birth to me, perhaps it might have been better.

“The failure comes later. Or doesn’t. The trying is what matters.” The ceiling gives way above him. A beam falls. Slow at first, then fast. I move without thinking. I push him. He falls. The beam misses him and hits the desk instead. The desk she designed is destroyed. The smoke thickens. The exit is blocked. The fire is now inside with us. “Other way,” Mara shouts. “Window. Fire escape. Now.” We move. The three of us. Together. The pattern feels strange. Unwanted. Necessary.

“Amina. Pick it up.” I scramble forward, snatch the envelope. Inside: two passports, cash, flight manifests, one has my name, my photo, my real birthday, she planned this, she was taking me with her or at least giving me the option. Scar laughs low, ugly. “You think running fixes anything?” Mara presses the barrel harder. “It fixes enough.” She backs away, keeping the gun trained, nods at me. “Car. Go.” I don’t argue. I run. Down the stairs, through the garage, into the driver’s seat, engine roaring before she even reaches the door.

And every instinct she'd honed over ten years of an abusive marriage was screaming that they were getting too close to something someone desperately wanted to stay buried. "We could leave," Ethan said, and the words hung between them like a betrayal. "Just for a while. Let things cool down. Come back when—" "When what? When they've burned down the inn? When will they win?" Maya's voice was sharper than she intended, but she couldn't help it. She'd run once. She'd spent years making herself smaller, quieter, more agreeable to stay safe. She wasn't doing that again. "My grandmother didn't run. She stayed and fought, and it got her killed. But at least she fought."

“The bitch escaped. The one who murdered our mate—gone!” I felt the heat of my fury consume me as I trashed the room, ripping the sheets off the bed and tearing apart anything within reach. The dresser, the table, even the wooden chair—I smashed them all to splinters, unable to contain the explosive wrath that tore through me. I wasn’t just angry. I was enraged. That filthy whore had the audacity to break ties with the Pack, to run away and think she could be free. “Warriors!” I mindlinked, my voice a venomous command. “Kamrynn has escaped. I want every available man out there searching for her. I don’t care what it takes—find her and bring her back!”

The touch was fierce, possessive, a silent promise in the chaos. “I know,” Silas said, his voice low and rough. “Hold on, Leo. Just hold on. We run. We hide. We survive. Together.” He pressed the accelerator harder. The SUV sped through the labyrinthine streets, leaving the gilded cage and its monstrous occupant behind, plunging them headfirst into the terrifying, uncertain darkness of their escape. The future was a void, but they were in it together. The keeper had broken the cage, freeing the captive, and now they were fugitives, bound by violence, desperation, and a love forged in the heart of the fire. The escape had begun, but survival was far from guaranteed.