Shocker You Can't Escape Me Novels & Stories

I'll say it a hundred times, a thousand times—I love you! However, there were no familiar screams or applause this time, and the hall remained completely silent. Then, the lead dancer quietly asked me who he was. I shook my head and calmly replied, "A stranger." Francis' security team and the venue's guards rushed onto the stage to drag Nick away. After his microphone was snatched back, he yelled, "I've got rid of Sherry and that child. Do you believe I'm sincere now?" He continued, "If I can't have you, I'd rather kill myself!"

The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted. My legs felt weak as I inched closer, trembling all over. I kneeled by her side, carefully cleaning her up. Eve kept her eyes tightly shut, but tears continued to stream down her cheeks. I hugged her trembling body tightly. "Eve, let’s try to escape again! I’m ready this time. We’ll go together." Her eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in them. "Can I... really still get out?" I nodded firmly. She gently squeezed my hand, and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.

Luna clawed at the cage bars, terror twisting her features as she screamed, "You can't do this to me! York!" Her cries filled the air, but they barely registered. The sound of her desperation faded into the background. My mind drifted into a haze, consciousness slipping away little by little. Yet, York wouldn't let me close my eyes. "Nicole, stay with me! You can't leave me now! Don't you want to know where Clint is? I'll take you to him! He's not dead; he's still alive! You can't die without seeing him first! If you do, I swear, I'll grind his bones to dust. I'll bury him in the Arctic and you in the Antarctic. I'll make sure that you'll never meet even in the afterlife!"

His iron grip vanished from my waist as he collapsed heavily to his knees, clutching his manhood and groaning in absolute agony on the expensive rug. I stared down at him in horror for a split second, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. Knowing he was much stronger than me and would kill me if he got back on his knees, I spun around. My hands shook violently, as I fumbled frantically with the deadbolt behind my back. Finally, the lock clicked open. I threw the door wide and sprinted out into the main showroom. "You're fired!" Vance roared behind me, his voice strained, high-pitched, and twisted with pure venom as I fled. "Do you hear me, you worthless piece of shit? You're finished in this

Initiating self-destruction protocol. [Destruction countdown: three… two…] As darkness closed over me, I heard the system laugh. [Host, do you really think destroying me means you’re free?] [I left you a parting gift.] [Enjoy it.]

Charles had gone on a business trip, and Samantha had been busy with her thesis. "I was behind her at the time, and I heard everything you said. But I never stopped what I was doing. "I was thrusting her so hard that she struggled to catch her breath, yet she was still comforting you," Charles said. My blood turned cold in an instant. For the first time in my life, I felt like I hated everything about the world. The system's voice rang out. "The host's desire to leave has become stronger. The elimination time will be reduced to half. Counting down. 24 hours left."

I whisper But it is too late The memory keeps pulling Deeper Stronger Dragging us both into something I have spent my entire life trying to escape And as the flames rise higher As the screams grow louder As the past wraps around us like it never ended I realize something I should have seen coming This is not just showing him what happened It is making him feel it And if I can barely survive this memory I don’t know what it will do to him Or what it will do to us And this time I don’t know how to stop it

However, Larry just found it laughable. "The Northern Trade Center had just had a terrorist attack yesterday, and the healing center is full of injured and wounded pack members. And yet, you still had time to think about decorum?" Erina's expression finally turned cold. "I was also traumatized. The scratches caused by the silver dust don't feel great. And besides, the pack has its own funds. You should not need to use your own money to fill in the gaps."

Emergency. The words echoed in my head over and over again, refusing to make sense. My legs suddenly felt weak, and I had to grab the edge of the table to steady myself. The room began to spin around me, and my breathing became uneven. "No…" I whispered, shaking my head slowly. "No… this can't be happening…" Tears filled my eyes before I even realized I was crying. My chest tightened painfully, as if something inside me was breaking. "They shot him," I repeated softly, the words sounding unreal even to my own ears.

Terrified, I stumbled backward, only to realize there was nowhere left to retreat. He didn't say a single word. He simply stared at me, then forced the chainsaw forward. The door was completely cut open. In despair, I raised my hands, making one last attempt to resist. "What did I ever do to you? At least tell me why before I die!" The man still said nothing. He slowly lifted the chainsaw, the spinning teeth glinting coldly under the light, and swung it down with all his strength. Excruciating pain bloomed through my entire body. Soon, blood pooled all over the floor. My body was sawn in half, agony engulfing me like a tidal wave.