No One Gets Out Alive Novels & Stories

No worries, no killers. "Amelia", it was just a faint whisper on his lips. But enough to make my heart hammer in my chest. "Chief?", a deep voice interrupted us. Jaxon frowned sadly before he faced his back to me. "It's not a bomb. Pathogen is doing their test now. But you are clear for us", a big-chested short man, packed down with protective, informed Jaxon.

The next morning, I was woken by a scream from downstairs. "No! Please! I don't want to die!" The scream cut off abruptly. 【Game Alert: Player Marcus has been eliminated.】 【Current Survivors: 4】 Lily hugged my arm tightly. "Another one died." "Sounds like it was a rough night," I said, stroking her head. "I'm just glad you two are okay." Kael emerged from the shadows. "The manor's other occupants are becoming active."

“Let them watch.” He shook his head like I was a lost cause—fair—and then he turned, boots echoing sharply as he walked away, vanishing into the metal gloom. I stepped into my bunk and leaned my back against it, eyes shut, breathing harder than someone who technically didn’t breathe. Leah was alive. Ezren was here. And the game was a lie. All of it. No second chances, redemption. Or return to life. Just bullshits. But there’s a way out...

"The grand finale piece is definitely going to be released soon." "I can't wait!" Through the door, I heard ragged breathing from inside, thick with rising desire. The sound was exactly like the nightmare that had haunted me these past few days. "Hey! You can't go in there!" Ignoring the people trying to stop me, I kicked the door open. Inside, Vivian's body was barely covered where it mattered, most of her pale young skin exposed to the air. Julian held the camera in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were still hovering over her skin.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

And the other men, who realized that their guns would not work on these monsters, turned around and ran. “Salve-nos! (Save us!)” “Todos nós morreremos. (We will all die)” Even in their Wolves forms, Adam and Brett couldn’t understand them. But they are familiar with that kind of plea. The begs of those who will die in their paws and fangs. “Ahoooooo!” Another howl, growl came after, and blood scattered in the hallway. Out of 15 men, no one survived. Adam and Brett turned back into their human form. They kept their shirts and pants on, thanks to the power of the Yaru stone. However, their faces were covered with blood as they nonchalantly looked at the warm corpses around them.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

“Thank God, Gent, did you hear him? They aren’t in there.” “Yeah, I heard him.” I tried to smile. To feel the same kind of relief that they all were, but all I felt was empty. “They got out, Gent, that’s good news”, Ruin was talking quietly. “Then where is she? If she had got out, she would have made sure we knew.” I took a deep breath. Young Blood. “Young Blood has them. They didn’t get out. They were taken out. This is just another damn delay tactic, and we fell for it again. That asshole has them.”

The emergency comms crackled, spitting static. Natalia’s scarred face emerged, dark and burned... alive. "Did you really think... you could win?" she hissed. "You’re already dead... you just don’t know it yet." Damien’s Final Command Damien’s cold voice dropped... sharp and final: "We end this... or we die here." Escape from the Abyss With the reactor timer ticking down... We raced toward the last emergency launch bay, hauling each other through collapsing steel corridors, explosions tearing everything apart.

He recalls watching movies where soldier's go to war and step on underground bombs and no matter how hard they try saving them, they die or lose their body parts, is that how he is going to end up? 'Have faith, you won't die,' He encourages himself inwardly. Noello flings his eyes open taking deep breaths that is all he is capable of at this point. "He has stepped on it, fuck!" one of the men curses staring at Noello from behind. Noello is well aware of their presence but he won't dare turn back.