One That Didnt Get Away Novels & Stories

Since she has nothing to do while she has no work, she made herself occupied through writing. Mrs. Johnson was delighted that Harvey has a special place in Sam’s heart. She glanced at the book and saw the title. ‘THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY’ ------------ THE END -----------

"Sella movere posticum ." The seat those two are in is moving out the back door. The unknown girl is screaming like a Banshee and all I can do walk towards the door wiping tears from my eyes. I walk by Dimitri and the unknown woman on his lap as I pass by the dining room chair on the back porch. "Did she?" "I believe so?" "Are we sure she's human?" "Hell, if I know!" Stupid heart. Stupid Tribrid. Now I see why he never shown up to get me for dinner.

The realization hung in the air like an unspoken truth, each heartbeat resonating with a mix of trepidation and relief. "They must have escaped," another man uttered, his voice tinged with frustration. The gate stood before them, a portal to the unknown, leaving them with nothing but an empty pathway and unanswered questions. Their pursuit had come to an abrupt halt, the prey slipping through their grasp like smoke in the wind.

Go, go. She walked away, taken aback not so much by what had happened as by the consequences. The culprit of the commotion was waiting for execution, but in reality it turned out that no one cared about her, or Tamir, or their involvement in the escape of the captive ... * * *

Saved by Someone from Another Continent I didn’t even call Kevin. I walked straight to the cashier, paid my bill with automatic movements, and left the restaurant without looking back. I wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible. The loving couples, the soft laughter, the knowing glances, and the sickeningly sweet atmosphere began to make me feel nauseous. Every display of affection around me felt like a cruel reminder of what I didn’t have at that moment.

“Now that we have successfully dealt with the topic of remote-controlled toys, can you tell me why you are so tense?” My eyes widened at his uncanny ability to sense my tension, but then I reminded myself that it was perhaps the bond that was working at the moment. “Billy and Joe didn’t board the flight. Pippa and Sloane had gone to pick them up from the airport, but they hadn’t come.” I shook my head. “I am so worried about them, I can’t tell you. Also—” I fidgeted with my fingers in my lap. “Bethany Gilbert’s mate, Gage, ran away. He stood her up.”

He felt an inexplicable feeling, he looked down and seemed lost in thought. "Good morning, Nigel. Come in." Armando instructed his assistant to get a chair. "Uncle, is it true that the person who rammed into us last night got away?" Armando let out a disappointed sigh. "Yes. Unfortunately, there aren't many CCTV cameras in the area where that car exited." Nigel thought for a moment. "May I see the footage?"

“None of them made it back. Except one.” My grip tightened slightly around the phone. “One?” “Yeah. And he barely made it. From what we got out of him… it was like they were expecting us.” Of course they were. I let out a quiet breath, my gaze drifting back to Frank. He was still asleep. “Alright,” I said after a moment. Phil didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to, we both knew what that meant. Plan A was gone. Which left only one option.

Luca locked it. Eli held me. Hope played on the floor. Grace slept. The painting watched. That night, we sat at the table. Four people. One table. Eli raised his glass. He said to Victor. Luca raised his. I raised mine. Hope raised her sippy cup. We drank. Grace slept. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. Tom stood there. His face was serious. He said Vincent had escaped from prison. I stood up. Tom said Vincent was headed here.

Time to end this one way or another. ***