No One Gets Out Alive Novels & Stories

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"

They both looked at her, saying nothing. "What's going on?" Madison asked. The boiling point anger of her daughter too much for her not to notice. Quincy stood behind her. Having finally arrived. "You have to hear this." Nina chuckled wickedly. "Tell us." The man who joked couldn't speak. "He's not coming." "What?" Madison asked, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows that matched her husband's. Bryan explained. "What is this? Is this a joke?" "Oh no mom. It's not."

After a while, Kelly signaled to her accomplices that they were going to leave. “Don’t wish anymore that someone would rescue you out from here. I made sure that no one would find it out. So, I think this is goodbye for us.” Then, Kelly laughed derisively.

The silence that ensued between them was enough to express the despair and misery they’re all feeling. Yekaterina and Andrik won, but it’s like they lost gravely. They don’t feel like they had won at all. In a game where you have to kill your friends and family just to win and survive, no one really wins at all.

I looked out before pulling her behind me. We rushed through the tunnels. Not a single soul in sight. Which only meant they were all outside fighting. Reyna tugged on my hand, making me slow down. "What is it?" I asked. "We have to save the others." She pleaded. "What others?" "More people are being held captive here. They make them fight in an arena. A fight to the death. The last man standing is the one to leave." I cursed under my breath. "Where are they being held?" She bit her lip.

Quincy said with a crying face, “Senior, do you regret it now? I’m afraid only we, the disciple, are still alive, and the others are all dead. This Rockefeller retard is a vermin. It’s fine if he had a death wish, but he even dragged so many people into becoming his scapegoats. Oh great, even his wife is dead now.” Bam! As soon as that guy said that, he dropped the Invincible Umbrella in his hand from shock. Alex said coldly, “Quincy Zoppins, whom did you call retard?” “Uh—” The two people put down the Invincible Umbrella and stood up. They were surprised to find everyone was still alive. Unexpectedly, no one died. This was too outrageous, right? How could they be safe and sound after being

There was no news, no information about them, not from any person or even the internet. Oliver was relieved and believed that she died and that they won the game. But Thomas, he could never get rid of the fear that someday they would come back and get their revenge. And now here he was, in front of his warehouse, watching it burn to ash, and reading the note that was written with blood in the same way as 6 years ago. The effect it held on him was similar too. He stepped back but tripped and fell on the floor. He began longing for air and started coughing loudly.

"Did you hear that?" Everything happens quickly. We hear a series of gunshots outside. Shouts. They're getting closer. We don't even get enough time to react. The front door breaks in two as a group of men barge inside the house. Everyone grows still for a couple of seconds. A short, dark-haired man standing in front of the group says, "Kill anyone who isn't Damien Keller. The boss wants him alive."

Then once again, Miranda fought her way through the walls of pale cold fleshy bodies until she could escape into the dimly lit hallway. Even inside the corridor, the voices of the clubgoers and the thumping baseline of the DJ's mix followed after Miranda's receding form and penetrated her ear canal like a shadowy harmony. The sensation of the waves travelling from the club to the corridor was almost ominous, so much so, that Miranda was even colder than usual, and her skin erupted in dots of goosebumps. This encouraged Miranda to escape the club even quicker. She retrieved her personal belongings and walked up to the guard who barred the back door. Without a word, the mute, tall, skinny, pal

She feared that if she died there, no one would ever know. Her voice had gone hoarse from shouting. Finally, the hotel staff discovered her and quickly sent her to the hospital. She couldn't hold on anymore, and fainted upon arrival. On the morning of the 26th, Melanie woke up. Apart from a mild concussion and extreme exhaustion, she had no other major injuries. Yet… The baby was gone. After undergoing a surgical evacuation of the womb, Melanie left the operating room in a daze. There were only four days left before she would leave. Why did this have to happen now? She could feel that the tiny life inside her was gone forever.