Slipping Away Novels & Stories

I hear Ryan’s pained groans echoing from the kitchen, but I pay them no heed, this is my chance, my way out. My mind is consumed with one thought: escape. With silent determination, I slip out of the ornate mansion, my steps light and swift as I navigate the dimly lit corridors. The cold air greets me like a long-lost friend as I make my way towards the desolate parking lot, wrapping me in its cool embrace as I emerge from the imposing structure.

She smiled and reached out her hand to touch mine on the table. “Baby are you still thinking about Ella?” she whispered in her soft voice. I let out a sigh and relaxed in my chair. “I am not thinking about her, I am just wondering... what could have happened to her…” Willow squeezed my hand softly and her smile brightened, “Oh you don’t have to worry about her. I told you she ran away… she got tired of helping me and she decided to leave. I think she was just an ungrateful little thing but-” she paused and touched her heart, “I hope the goddess protects her, wherever she is…”

The kind of cold that slips under your skin. I frowned slightly. Why is it so cold? I kept walking anyway. Left. Right. Forward. The hallway seemed longer than before. Much longer. My eyes kept shifting from side to side, watching every shadow. Every corner. Every movement of light. Then— My foot missed a step. “Ah—!” I slipped. My body dropped forward— —and I caught myself against the wall just in time. My heart jumped. “Okay… okay…” I whispered, breathing out slowly. Focus.

*Willa* I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I can almost feel the tensions of the day melting away, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. In this moment, nestled against Levi, I can’t imagine feeling more protected, more intimately connected to someone. It’s a rare kind of bliss, a pocket of warmth where everything else fades away. But then, amidst this serene bubble, I feel the kids kick… sharp, insistent nudges that make me gasp. Levi’s head snaps up, his expression shifting from tranquility to curiosity. “Was that? Did they just kick?”

"Why does it feel like she’s slipping away from me?" Slade was silent for a moment, his presence a heavy weight in my mind. "Because you’re fighting it," he said finally, his voice tinged with frustration. "You’ve spent so long pushing people away, convincing yourself you don’t need anyone, that you’re afraid to let yourself feel it. You’re terrified of what it means if she is our mate. Because if she is, then you have to face what you’ve become. And you don’t want to do that, do you?"

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My husband, Gunther Lane, was strict about his boundaries. I was not allowed to touch him without asking first. The last time I went to a party with his friends, I instinctively took his arm because I felt dizzy after drinking a little. "Let go." Gunther shook me off as though I had electrocuted him, then took a large step back in front of everyone. "I told you not to touch me without permission. Can't you show a little dignity?" I stood frozen with embarrassment while his friends looked at me, clearly amused. In the end, I fled home alone. But last week at the mall, I had seen him walking with Chloe Davies, the new intern. Because she was not used to wearing heels, she twisted her a

I come home for the holidays to find four pairs of slippers beside the shoe cabinet. There's a pair for my dad, Dean Pratt, a pair for my mom, Nancy Kerr, and two pairs for my sister, Luna Pratt, including a spare. Mine isn't there. Although my sister attended school in another state, kept her room exactly as it was. Even her slippers sit by her bedside, waiting for her return. I had been away from home for three years. When I returned, I discovered that my belongings had disappeared one by one. And now, they hadn’t even kept a pair of slippers for me. I stand in the entryway, my feet bare. "Where’s my pair?" Mom pokes her head out. "You hardly ever come back, so I threw them away. The

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

I had always been terrible with directions. The moment I stepped outside my familiar neighborhood, I could lose my bearings completely. My fiancé insisted that after we got married, we'd move to the suburbs, so I needed to learn how to find my way around on my own. For six months, he repeatedly dropped me off in unfamiliar places and watched me break down in tears as I wandered in circles. Tonight, as a torrential storm battered the city and the old waterfront industrial district prepared to close for construction, he left me at its entrance with a map marked with incorrect exits. "Find your way to the parking garage, and I'll consider your training complete." I followed the street sig