Novel Escape Novels & Stories

The buzzing starts before I’m even fully awake. I shift beneath my blanket, groggy, blindly reaching for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up with dozens—no, hundreds—of notifications. 9:04 a.m. Lea has sent what might be a small novel in fragmented apology messages. Some are long and teary, others desperate and pleading. There’s a vague sense of panic in the way she writes, like she’s finally realized what she’s done—or what she’s lost. Still, not a single message from Jace.

I felt Elara’s whole body trembling under my fingers when she asked the question I already knew the answer to. “Escape,” I said, flat and sharp. No plan-speech, no false bravado only the one thing that would keep us alive. I gripped her hands and pulled her toward the far wall. Moonlight slanted through the curtained window, painting the room in pale silver. The sash stuck at first; years of dust and damp had swollen the wood. I set my shoulder to it and eased it open with a soft curse. Cold night air breathed into the small room, smelling of smoke and ale and freedom.

Jake said as I stared at him through the cloud of smoke that had formed before my face. I puffed out more whiffs from my cigarette and relaxed back on my chair, "Come on, Jake, take a seat." I said and when he had settled down and I didn't hear the shuffling of his feet anymore, I asked, "So, have you figured out how she escaped?" He sighed, "It's very tricky and very clever-" "Stop complimenting her and get to the fucking point." I snapped impatiently. He cleared his throat nervously, "Of course. She got out through the bus that takes the dead prisoners out every morning."

"Still none, my lady. It seems like, she's not from here. Since, I didn't found any record of her. But, I've already talk some people outside of Alkinia. I will inform you as soon as possible." "Alright, then." I heard her footsteps walking out. I breathed deeply and lay my back in the bed. —🌸 Names, characters, events, and places are part of the author's imaginary only. Any similarities in other story or actual event are highly coincidental. Grammatical errors and misspellings can be seen. So, advance sorry for that. Hope you will support me!

As always, he started shouted when he got frustrated. The handwriting and the habit of conveying the message to her enemies by writing it with blood were familiar to them... because it had happened before. *Flashback* "CATCH HER!!" Thomas shouted at his men as they started running after the girl...Summer Astley. They had kidnapped her, but somehow, she managed to escape. "I WANT HER DEAD!" He shouted again. Oliver was with those guards and was running after her. She was fast and pretty good at hiding. It was the same warehouse that she had destroyed in the present time. She somehow managed to get out of their grasp and was now running on the road.

I needed a new life and I could not watch it escape from my fingertip. Darting my eyes around frantically, I realised that I was the only one outside. This was a chance I might never get again. Maybe the moon goddess had finally answered my prayers after some weeks of appealing to her. This was the perfect time to run away. I darted my eyes around the dark path to ensure that it was safe. A myriad of emotions coursed through me. Trepidation. Nervousness. Excitement. If I could escape from Alpha Niklaus, I could start a new life elsewhere. The thrilling thought of it got my heart thumping in exhilaration. I

The only comfort I’d receive was when I took my last breath and the lights dimmed behind my eyelids. The elevator doors slid open and I didn’t hesitate to run past him. I didn’t stop until I arrived in my room. I slammed and locked the door behind me–locking myself away from the psycho with the piercing blue eyes and murderous threats. My back hit the door and slid to the floor in defeat. With my time ticking down, I only had two options if I want to stay alive; avoid Judge Jackson at all cost or escape Eden. Escaping would prove difficult. The exits to Eden always changed and I wouldn’t be prepared for the outside world. The best opportunity I had to escape was two days from now when a feas

“We have to go, NOW!” The Escape They ran. Through the smoke. Through the screams of failing machinery. Noah grabbed a case of hard drives. Grace fired at guards swarming from the elevator. They reached the jungle just as the estate exploded behind them, stone and flame soaring into the sky. The shockwave knocked them to the ground. Silence followed. Smoke. Embers. And the bitter scent of ending. The Aftermath They didn’t speak until they were back on the yacht, miles away from the burning island.

The cab surged forward, smoothly merging into the quiet nighttime traffic. I sank back into the seat, my trembling hands clutching my phone tightly against my chest. The mansion was shrinking in the distance, disappearing behind a row of towering city buildings. A breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips, quickly turning into a tearful sob of pure relief. I was out. The brothers couldn't reach me here. I pulled out my phone to text Nina that I was on my way. A single, beautiful realization grounded me: I was finally on the run, and tomorrow, my real family would be waiting.

I don't know what to do, but I know I need to get to the Nightshade pack somehow, I still have allies there. Once I realized that he was out of sight,I escaped through the window landing safely on my feet, the very moment I heard a loud angry growl coming from Dane's room. Shit! What have I done? Soon I'll be publishing a new book on Goodnovel