Slipping Away Novels & Stories

I replied, truth slipping out before I could stop it. My pulse thudded in my ears. I shifted my weight, already angling my body toward the exit. I slipped past her, pushing the exit door open, the cool rush of air hitting my face like freedom and guilt all at once. As the door closed behind me, I didn’t look back.

Slagle said to Adhara. “Thank you for coming.” “You don’t need to be thankful, okay?” Slagle grabbed Adhara's hand, and they quietly crossed the castle garden, being careful so that no one would notice them. Slowly walking, they got out of the castle peacefully, unnoticed. Once they had passed the castle, they quickly ran away, running into the dark forest. Slagle did not let go of Adhara’s hand. They needed to pass through the woods and cross the hills and mountains before they could totally get away from the castle. Slagle stopped for a moment and looked at Adhara, worried that she could never pass through the highest hills and mountains. Adhara glanced at him and said that she could do an

He didn't want to experience this kind of separation ever again. Isaiah stood straight as a rod under the academic building, waiting for Jacob to bring Solana out. Yet, when Jacob emerged, he gently shook his head at him. He reported, "Mr. Jeffries, Ms. Summers processed her withdrawal yesterday. No one knows where she went." Isaiah stood frozen in place, thunderstruck. Solana had escaped again? He could not believe this was happening. She had slipped out of his control once more! He refused to believe it. He had just arrived here, and she had already left. How could there be such a coincidence?

I smiled bitterly and said softly, "I understand." There would be no next time. In two days, I would take our child and fly to another country. I tried to use coldness to drive Vincent away, but not only did he not leave, he even sat beside me and brought a spoonful of soup to my lips. Before it reached my mouth, the bowl crashed onto the bed. The scalding liquid instantly covered my skin with blisters. At the doorway, Madison had collapsed to the floor. She looked at him, her whole body shaking with sobs.

As I raced down the stairs, Simon's voice came through my earpiece again, saying, "She's leaving now... and-" "And what?" I snapped impatiently, hurrying down as fast as I could without drawing too much attention. If there was one thing about her, she was as slippery as a fish, always evading, always escaping when least expected. I bet she's running away to hide from me right now, slipping through the shadows like she always did. "She's crying." "What?!" I frowned deeply, halting abruptly just as I reached the last staircase, my heart clenching at the thought.

Shawn’s knuckles whitened around his glass. It shouldn’t have mattered. He’d chosen someone else. He’d thrown me away like I was nothing. But when I saw the fury in his eyes, a small, bitter part of me felt satisfaction. Halfway through the night, I slipped away to the terrace. The city stretched below, distant and alive, while I tried to catch my breath. “Running already?” I turned sharply. Slade stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, his presence heavy enough to quiet the air.

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.

When Reese, Alpha of the Blood Moon Wolf Pack, was pursuing me, he always said I was the moonlight that had fallen directly into his territory. I possessed ancestral vampire blood that resurfaced in my generation, leaving me naturally light-sensitive and unable to endure the sun for long. While others checked the temperature before going outside, Reese checked the UV index. He had the highest-grade solar tint installed on his car windows and never let me step out into the daylight without holding an umbrella over my head. While the entire pack marveled at his devotion, he would smile and reply, "She was born deserving the absolute best of everything." That was until he rescued a rogue wo

Lauren Joyner, the housekeeper's daughter, has a theatrical personality. She actually sees herself as the resilient, gentle main character in a beloved-by-all novel. Nathaniel Zimmer, the butler, has barely brought Lauren inside the house when she suddenly starts crying at the sight of the lavish interior. Colton Faulkner, my second-oldest brother, is startled. "What's the matter with you?" Lauren forces a pained expression and says, "I-It's nothing. I just couldn't help thinking about people who don't even have enough to eat when I saw how lavishly you all live. If it were up to me, I'd never spend this much money on a house!" She retreats in a panic when Jude Faulkner, my oldest brothe

It was that I'd reframed every sacrifice as love and treated every concession as the necessary cost of building a life together. Now I had flown. Not because I'd forgotten the baby, and not because the past no longer hurt. I had simply, finally, learned to separate "giving up for someone else" from "taking off for myself." The sun dropped behind the mountains, leaving a bright band of gold along the horizon. I didn't take my phone out to capture it. Some skies don't need to be shown to anyone. And I no longer needed anyone to give me a sky. The runway was already beneath my feet. And the sky was already mine.