No Exit: A Novel Novels & Stories

What concerns me now is how to fight my way out because I missed my team so much. The canyon shook more vigorously, and I could see the bridge that led to the mainland cracking up. Not wasting another second, I raced for the cracking bridge, getting ready to leave the middle before I got trapped here in the nucleus. With all my might, I leapt up, aiming straight for the dry and solid ground. I was halfway to arid land when the familiar being directed his hand towards me. Before I could guess what was going on, I felt an invisible force hit me, which sent me back to the middle of the canyon. Before I could blink my eyes, the canyon bridge was destroyed automatically, leaving me trapped in the

Harlow tells her. Wait? She's going to be placed in the empty room between Dom and I? Yea, I am certainly fucked. To be continued. This is the end of No Escape Book 1. Thank you for reading. Have a lovely day. Book 2 will be up in the next few weeks.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

Riley pov The exit didn’t feel like escape. It felt like aftermath. The light beyond the broken Heart wasn’t bright or holy or triumphant. It was dim, bruised gray—like the sky after a storm has spent itself and the world is left blinking, unsure what still belongs. The floor beneath our feet softened as we crossed the threshold. Stone gave way to something closer to ash-packed earth, warm and faintly trembling, as if the place itself was still deciding whether it wanted to exist.

Just disappearance. “That’s normal?” I ask quietly. Lena glances back. “For places like this? Yes.” “That’s not comforting.” “I wasn’t aiming for comforting.” We move through a side exit I didn’t know existed. Of course there’s a side exit. There’s always a side exit in places built on secrets. The air outside hits me differently. Colder. Louder. Real. I pause for half a second without meaning to. Lena notices immediately. “Keep moving.”

"It's a looped space! There's no exit! Whether it's the door or the window, it's all a dead end!" On my third pass by the 16th-floor window, I saw a face—No. 99 stood there, sans his mask. He just looked down at me plummeting over and over. His eyes were full of deep pity as he reached out through the window, a handgun in his grip. "Stop wasting your energy." His voice cut through the wind, faint but unnervingly clear. "The boundary is hard-locked. You're not going to find a bug." Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

Nicholas stopped. “The exit we entered through is west.” Hart shook his head. “Blocked.” “How do you know?” “The system seals service exits.” Marcus cursed. “Front?” “Only option.” The stranger’s warning flashed through my head. Don’t use the front entrance. “Nicholas.” “I know.” “Something is waiting there.” “Probably.” “That’s your plan?” “My plan is not burning alive.” Fair. We ran toward the lobby. The abandoned clinic transformed around us. Fire climbed behind the walls.

The sound was a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat—the insistent demand of the Publisher, the silent billions who had turned a family’s private friction into a global commodity. ​Nora stood opposite the Co-Writer. They were two versions of the same obsession: one made of ink and yearning, the other made of flesh and resentment. Between them lay the Exit Key, now glowing with the terrifying instability of a bridge that could only hold the weight of one soul.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.