No One Gets Out Alive Novels & Stories

Before those 8 guys could figure out that what was thrown on the floor was explosive, it exploded and killed them all. TBC Escaping 3 is on its way

He had this look like he knew something we didn’t. “I know more than you think” Jaxson called his bluff but I felt a twinge of worry shoot through him. “You…you k-keep thinking that.” Jared sputtered as blood ran down his face and the light in his eyes ran out. Rolling over, he officially bled out, making Jaxson the winner. I heard a clapping coming from behind the cage and a few people. The clapping grew louder as the person came into view, “Well, that was entertaining to say the least!” Oh fuck…

I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in. From a short distance away, Queenie, who was tied to a pillar, cried out, "Uncle Ben!" Strangely, she did not look pleased to see Dad. Instead, she looked panicked. Dad ignored her. He dragged Yannis to another pillar and tied him to it. Once that was done, he went up to Queenie. "You're finally here, Uncle Ben! You saved me! I was so scared!" Queenie cried pitifully. For once, Dad seemed unfazed by her tears.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

I look up and see my mates all covered in our enemy's blood. We're winning. We are fucking winning. I haven't completely healed yet so I'm still weak. My strength is coming from my mates. The need to be back with my mates. Except I know I won't win this fight. I will have to sacrifice myself in order to save everyone. Kali has a vine wrapped around my body as I am dangling in midair. The oxygen is starting to get harder to get into my body. Kali is in my view now and I can hear my mates in my mind. I quickly tell them...

*Boom* “Another one?” Muscles muttered in surprise as he looked at Razor. Then it dawned on him. Looking around and taking in the sight of several dead Undead, Muscles finally understood that he was the only one remaining out of the several Undead that came here. Slender, Mimi, and all the others had been slain. There was no one else but him. Seeing this, he chuckled bitterly. “You should give up. You are all alone now.” Kylie stated as she walked over to the Rage Daemon.

Even if it's for a short time she prepared me to endure the pain to it's extreme. " If you can't escape then survive till you get a chance " that's what daadi's advice for me. I survived ...... Survived until that light came to myself but by that time I lost everything. But others got what they want. Siddarth will get another life soon after I step out from his life , Ridhima, Veer and her daughter pari they will get settle as a family, that evil eyes on Khurana family got destroyed forever, mom will live her rest of life with her grandkids peacefully. Now left is me all alone still with a huge weight and pain on heart. Again remained as an orphan.

“N-N-No!” “Please, don’t kill them,” cried Jill. “They must all die. They’re all involved in the hundreds of lives you murdered with your cold blooded hands!” shouted Eric. “NOOOO!” screamed both Jill and Gale. Eric clenches his hands and screams, “Kill them now!” “Yes, Prince Eric,” said Zachery. “Kill them!” shouted Zachery, looking at the soldiers. The people of the Sleepy Doom were all crying and screaming as they all died from the pierces of the soldier’s sword.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.