No Exit: A Novel Novels & Stories

“Besides, your door wasn’t locked as well, Ellie.” At that very moment, I took a mental note. ‘Always knock at the door.’ Taking a deep breath, I pointed at the exit. “Ok, fine. You have saved my life. Now, leave. I am busy.” Zack’s gaze slid to the balcony. “Busy?” “Yeah!” His voice hardened. “I can see that. You are very busy killing yourself.” “You!” I shot back at him. “I already told you… hey!” I was in the middle of my explanation when Zack bent forward, and the next moment, the floor vanished beneath my feet.

He didn't want to admit that I was innocent when it came to Mom's death. I followed him back to the Linnus residence and watched as he stumbled over to my room. He picked up the box and smashed it against the ground. My diary fell out of the box. He picked it up. The first entry was of the day Mom died. I had thought long and hard about who Mom could've been speaking to over the phone. When I heard Yannis' voice today, I suddenly recognized it as the same voice that day. I knew now that Mom had planned to run away with Yannis. She wanted to bring me along.

"If you'd stayed and fought, maybe having a child could've settled things. But honestly? You're too blessed to be stuck in their cursed mess. The Barne family's chaos would've destroyed you. You were smart to walk away." I couldn't agree more. Leaving that mess behind felt like a gift from the universe—a lucky break that let me see the truth just in time. Funny enough, Anita had a hand in setting me free. She ended up in a care facility. Out of curiosity, I went to see her once. She was lying there, completely paralyzed from the neck down, her body covered in bedsores. The caretaker Rob hired didn't even pretend to care—just sat in the corner, scrolling on her phone.

To all my readers, thank you for your trust and interest in reading my novel, and thank you for all the criticism, suggestions and support from you guys, with the decision of my team meeting, this novel will end with Kurt leaving Diane out of town, how will it go? will Kurt and Diane have a divorce? would Diane be in big trouble? I hope you guys stay curious because next year we will launch a Novel series and of course with a new Plot... 🌹🥀

"Still none, my lady. It seems like, she's not from here. Since, I didn't found any record of her. But, I've already talk some people outside of Alkinia. I will inform you as soon as possible." "Alright, then." I heard her footsteps walking out. I breathed deeply and lay my back in the bed. —🌸 Names, characters, events, and places are part of the author's imaginary only. Any similarities in other story or actual event are highly coincidental. Grammatical errors and misspellings can be seen. So, advance sorry for that. Hope you will support me!

said Liam as she moved next to him. “Where am I?” she asked. “You are in a space-time that parallels your own,” he replied. “It’s so bright and happy,” she mused. “This is true,” he said. “Where there is Light, darkness cannot abide.” “Is this where we go when we die?” she asked. “Where is everyone?” “The location one goes to upon exiting their body vehicle is not always the same for each soul. This location is what you might consider an anteroom should it be in your home. From here one can move in a variety of directions,” he explained.

Not to check. Just to feel it for himself. The air was holding barely. But holding. Like when the center of a circle leaves, and the perimeter tries to remember how to stay in shape. A new system note flashed: :: PRESENCE HOLD COMPLETE :: LOGGING STATE: UNDECLARED CYCLE :: COMMENT: USER EXITED WITHOUT CLOSE BUT ROOM REMAINS SHAPED. THIS WAS NOT A COMMAND. THIS WAS A PRESENCE SHIFT. Cassian spoke under his breath: “She didn’t mean to lead it.”

Lowry passed away a year later, and Nathan also died in prison, a result of his use of the occult practice. … I walked into the office as usual, only to be stopped by one of my subordinates. "Sir, the big fish we've been after finally took the bait." Raising an eyebrow, I swiftly gave the order. "Come with me, everyone!" Life went on, and my passion for this job would probably never die.

"Good. I've prepared a little gift for you and David. I buried it under the tree, so don't forget to come get it." "David's practically bouncing as soon as he heard this. I'm looking forward to it, too. Once we finish work, we'll pick it up. Tonight, the three of us will look at it together at home." Tabitha didn't answer and just hung up the phone. There would be no more "three of us". She knew tonight, neither Kieran nor David would return home. From now on, the Lowe residence would no longer have her presence. A long-missed mechanical voice sounded in her ears. "Tabitha, the exit procedure is ready. Confirm departure?"

The silence that followed was heavier than before. Adrian had left the funeral early, claiming he needed to handle some business matters. I'd expected to find him here, waiting. The mansion was empty except for the staff moving quietly through the halls like ghosts. I climbed the stairs toward my room, my black heels clicking against the marble. The portraits on the walls seemed to watch me, generations of Hales looking down at the woman who couldn't give them an heir, who brought death with her like a curse. Margaret's voice stopped me mid-step.