No Exit: A Novel Novels & Stories

it raised one hand toward Adrian. "When the final page arrives..." "...do not search for the perfect ending." "Search for the honest one." Then... it disappeared. The Gate closed with a sound like the final heartbeat of an ancient world. The Archive returned to complete silence. Only Adrian, Elias, the First Reader, the little girl, and the blue book remained. On the cover of the blue book... a new title slowly appeared. THE BOOK OF POSSIBILITIES Far away... beyond every world... beyond every Door...

she sounded hesitant. Einille silently swallowed. For the past days, she was relieved because she never had news about his ex-boyfriend. She once thought that maybe he went away because of embarrassment on what he did. She wasn’t prepared that he would show up sooner without any notice. But one thing was for sure. She would never let him trample her dignity. “It’s all right, Couz. Let him in. I’ll just suit myself.”

“You’re assuming it doesn’t dead-end.” “It won’t,” I said. “Because?” Calder pressed. “Because there’s no such thing as one door in and the same door out.” I said. “Not for something this big.” The room went quiet again. “Our working theory,” I went on, “is that there’s at least one other exit. And if I had to guess,” I paused “it opens outside pack territory.” Rowan let out a low whistle. “That’s.. bad.” “That’s catastrophic,” Mason corrected.

"Damn!! Is this the end of season 1?" I brushed my face out of irritation with the pillow beside me as I complained about the novel I like. It was a popular novel called 'The Angel They Adored'. The plot is exciting but sadly, they'll start season 2 next year so to make it short, it's on hiatus.

he mouthed. Mary pulled Lilac into her arms, whispering prayers. Scarlet nodded toward the side exit. "We move, quietly." We slipped through the back door into the alley, the wind was cold and sharp, carrying the faint stench of decay. Behind us, the front of the diner exploded inward as something hit it hard. The Hollowed, at least a dozen, they poured through the windows, shrieking, their eyes glowing in the dark. We had made it out of the diner just in time.

Alas, just when they were steps away from the exit, a stocky, bald man who was naked waist up blocked them from the door. "You… Step aside. We're leaving." Samatha stepped up and raised her voice. "You're delusional if you think you can beat up one of my men and leave. People at the Jazzy Blues are not doormats, you know?" Kristoff Hummel looked intimidating with his jowls. Those who were standing outside the exit dared not re-enter the bar when they saw his presence. Samantha and Alexis were understandably scared to leave as well. His words made them turn white. How could they possibly leave safely if the blond man just now was one of his men?

“You will thank me for this someday.” The words of the Alpha lingered in her head for hours. She tried to think about them and analyze every single word he said but couldn't understand anything. He was just irrational! After he left, she had no choice but to lay on the bed. The Alpha really locked the door. She was loathing him until her eyes felt heavier, and she dozed off to sleep. When her eyes opened, another unfamiliar ceiling greeted her sight. Earlier, she woke up seeing white surroundings. And now, her eyes were blessed by a wood ceiling.

But to my surprise, the house was completely empty. My vision blurred, and I slowed down. It was already 10:00 pm—why weren't they back yet?

No knock. Upstairs Theo heard it. Two looks. Stop. The file opened. The reach fired. An invention tried to assemble—postpone, disqualify, escape—and found no audience and no policy pathway. He said the sentence and let the failed exit fall apart in the dark. “File opened.” Light tool. Nine days. No working pretext. He left the phone face down and slept in pieces with the door still ahead and no story left that would make it disappear before he reached the handle.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.