Novel Escape Novels & Stories

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

The heavy iron door slammed shut behind her, cutting off all contact with the outside world. "No food. No water," Marco ordered. "No contact with the outside world." "This is what the Family does to traitors." In the darkness, Bianca finally understood that the false paradise she had meticulously built had completely collapsed. But even so, even if they executed Bianca, they could never undo the harm they had inflicted on Eleanor. The pain, the tears, the desperate nights—all of it was now an unchangeable part of history. And Eleanor was never coming back.

I said then we all smiled now. Later on me and Psyche have a happy life also Zachary with her girlfriend we just know. While Erah is also happy now for her self and lastly Nale and Aiya are now married. We made it to have a normal life and the Wood Creek town of us have a peaceful life but still a little crime. Yes, we may have escaped our suffering and pain in life but in the end we all know that we cannot escape death. A/N: Thank you for reading my second book the Escaping The Madness Of Death and I hope you like it. ^ ^

I could still feel Aaron's control through the phone. But I wasn't going to stay. Not this time. I walked through the house, studying every corner. There was a guard outside, but he looked bored, careless. It was enough. I climbed down from the second-floor bedroom window, carefully lowering myself into the garden below, then hoisted myself over the low fence. The wind whipped against my face, and I almost cried out. Finally... I was free again. I ran desperately along the familiar streets. Twilight was falling, and the distant glow of the streetlights became my only guide.

I’m too busy thinking about how I’m going to get from the bed and downstairs without breaking my neck. Mack’s suggestion to take me to the garden tempts me for a moment. Not because I’ll be getting fresh air, but because it would make escape easier if I was already outside. But then I catch sight of my gray duffel bag in the corner of the bedroom and I realize I can’t leave here without it. So, I have to make my escape from the bedroom. I can’t leave my clothes and all my cash behind because it’s all I have. It’s only mid-afternoon when my stomach grumbles and the urge to use the bathroom sneaks up on me that I realize I’m being stupid.

Kendrick asked much more sternly after hearing Damien's reply. Samantha stood next to him. Even she noticed that things were getting serious, like a brewing storm. Kendrick's expression darkened. His eyes flared up in anger, ready to erupt. He clicked his tongue. It seemed he received some bad news. "Got it. Keep an eye on it, and report back any time." Samantha gingerly asked, "Is everything alright?" Kendrick sneered. "Peter escaped. Earlier, an explosion happened at the prison. A few inmates managed to escape amidst the chaos.

No control. No certainty. Just something new. Respect. “Good,” he said quietly. Then— He stepped back. And everything changed. The Escape The wall behind him slid open. Hidden. Seamless. A way out. Of course he had one. He always did. “Stop him!” Blake shouted. But it was too late. He stepped into the darkness. And vanished. The Aftermath Silence fell slowly. Heavy. Uneven. Broken only by the sound of breathing— And the last guard hitting the ground.

I remained hidden until they were done with sharing their condolences with Kylan, and only when they left did I leave my hiding spot. "You should have met them, I'm sure they miss you." Kylan said the moment I was within earshot, but I wasn't paying him any attention at the moment. I was still pissed that there was no remorse in their eyes, even when they were the core reason I had escaped from home. They had sold me to the highest bidder, and yet they didn't seem to care.

I woke up for the second time; it feels like I have slept for hours. I open my eyes, and notice that no one is in the room with me. Now that I am alone, I step away from the bed. I have a chance to explore the room, and hopefully escape. I attempt the door and am a mixture of surprise and relief to find it open. Before leaving the room, I attempt to find my party dress. I am pissed when I find it torn to shreds! That dress cost me ten thousand dollars! I will have to buy a brand-new dress. I open a different door and find a wardrobe. Inside are rows of beautiful dresses. Some look ancient, like the Greek myths, some look more modern. I choose a emerald, green dress with lace sleeves and a sw

“Well, baby, this is Hector, and sorry to break it to you but we are done. And it'd been so long since we were done but guess what? You never read the vibe. It was nice doing a mafia princess Annie.” Then the phone beeps. I stare into the distance. Hector… he cut the call. He… I bit my lip, trying to keep in the tears but it came spilling anyway. I bolt to my feet. Escape. I need an escape. But I just woke up, and I'm not sleepy. I walk towards my reading table and sit down, drawing my books closer. This is an escape too. Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too.