Slipping Away Novels & Stories

Celeste probably doesn't want any of you to get back in time because she can't wait for all of you to end up in community college with me! The moment Mona said this, the classmate who tried to talk everyone into letting me go suddenly stopped. I watched as everyone turned to look away from me, and I clenched my fists so hard that my fingernails dug into my flesh. As the sky darkened, it grew closer and closer to the train's departure time.

--- Like a heartbeat— --- Struggling to continue. --- “Elena… respond.” --- The voice again. --- Stronger this time. --- Closer. --- But still not enough to reach her. --- Because she was slipping. --- Not just physically. --- Something deeper. --- Her awareness fading at the edges. --- Her thoughts slowing. --- Fragmenting. --- The weightlessness shifted— --- Becoming heavier. --- Like something was pulling her down— --- Or pulling her apart. --- She exhaled softly.

He mumbled behind his breath wished no one hear him but my super hearing can hear those words. 'I think it's time to get out of here!' My wolf suggested. 'Damn true!' I got up from my seat slowly and nodded to the waiter. "Thanks," I said in a whisper and walked faster to the lift. When I got to my room, I released a breath. 'That's close!' My wolf yelled in happiness. 'You will never want that to happen ever again.' I inhaled the air and exhaled it in relief. I jumped on the bed. Wow, I missed sleeping on a bed! I've run away from home for a year and slept on the ground with dirt or leaves covered my body for a year also.

But because I am my alpha’s slave now, I must be in flats, to be able to do things in record time. I took everything I got and paid. The lady packed up everything for me then handed me my bags, I was checking if she put everything in as I walked to the exit, I bumped into a hard wall and stumbled back. An intoxicating scent filled my nostrils and I cursed myself internally for not paying attention. I do not wish to talk to anyone and now I must open my mouth and apologize to whoever this is.

If somehow I make it through the dangerously narrow ledge and reach the tree, then I could climb down and run away from the backyard, into the woods. It was risky as hell, but I had to take my chances instead of giving up my only hope of escape. I ditched my slippers as they were not of any help on the slippery ice and with that ledge ahead of me, I didn't think that my slippers were fit enough to make that walkthrough.

Once her grip on it slightly loosened, she carefully slipped down swiftly, until her feet landed securely on the ground at last. She hadn’t expected this escape to be so easy, but well she was lucky. The only thing she had experienced was the fact that her palm stung from all the friction between her skin and the metal, but it was a small price for her freedom and she would gladly pay it. No matter how much she wanted to, Arabella made sure not to look back while making her escape as no hesitation was needed for the life she planned to live. She just wanted to go far away - to escape it all.

I wish my feelings and thoughts could drift away as easily. "Ah, shit!" Tom's voice pulls my mind away from the drifting smoke. "What's wrong?" He doesn't say anything, just points towards the front window. I follow where his eyes are going until I see what he does. "Ah, bitch shit!" Just a few seconds later there is a knock on both of our windows and I cringe. I feel like a school kid about to get scolded. Maybe I can pretend I'm invisible like a child does. Maybe that can work for me.

I saw my chance and didn’t hesitate. With great relief, I slipped away, grateful for the escape. I made my way out of the ballroom and headed towards the hotel lounge, where I hoped to find some peace and quiet. The chatter and chaos of the evening had left me feeling drained, and I needed a moment to unwind.

Don’t you want to have them at our complete disposal? I turn another corner, hoping that the labyrinth is not as difficult to get out of, ‘You are just impossible.’ I can’t feel them following me but I know exactly that they are just playing with me. Shuddering pleasantly at the thought of them holding themselves back, I get another surge of energy to ripple through me. I’m sure that as soon as I’m halfway through, they will start chasing after me. Cussing, I decide to slip off my high heels, to gain another bit of speed.

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.