Slipping Away Novels & Stories

My vision dims, and I feel as though my soul is slipping away. As an involuntary whimper pushes out of my throat, Grumpy tenses against me. He hisses as his hand tightens over my mouth. But it's already too late. The sound has slipped through the gaps between his fingers, throbbing around the cramped room and possibly drifting outside. Silence envelopes us, and for a fleeting moment, I think I might have gotten away with it before footsteps start approaching again, growing louder. My eyes widen as Grumpy pulls back. I reach for him but he is already slipping out of the room. My fingers barely graze his forearm before he is out, the door shutting behind him wit

She said pointing at those thugs driving away. I took a deep breath, focusing on the world around me, and sprinted after the fleeing car. The sound of the engine roared, its tires screeching against the pavement as it sped away. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of the urgency of the situation. I pushed my body harder, but it was no use—the car was too fast. In a blur of taillights and dust, it disappeared around the corner, leaving nothing but the faint echo of its escape in the night air.

It’s as though something slippery is being peeled right off it, and I know that it’s the spell starting to wear off. My pulse races. Beta Heather steps aside to let me go in first. I can see that she’s nervous, but I don’t have the time to worry about it. I just run straight for the palace gates, which the guards slowly open. The slippery feeling is starting to get stronger and stronger now. I know that any moment, I will be completely visible and tangible, and everyone would know that I’m trying to escape and that Beta Heather is behind it. I push myself to run faster and faster, my heart stuck in my ears and beating loudly.

He had planned this, orchestrated it with meticulous precision, and now he was slipping through our fingers like sand, disappearing into the darkness with a mocking laugh that echoed in my ears. I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I fought to maintain control in the midst of the chaos. Monroe was a slippery adversary, a cunning strategist with a knack for eluding capture, and now he had slipped through our grasp once again, leaving us to pick up the pieces in his wake.

The last notes of the waltz dissolved into the air like champagne fizz fading in a glass. A soft ripple of applause moved through the crowd, polite and practiced, before conversation resumed. The ballroom felt warmer now, the buzz of chatter slightly louder, as though everyone had collectively decided to lean in just a little closer to their neighbor’s secrets.

You must be insane. Lucille’s feet crept closer and closer to the edge. A sudden gust of wind blew through— She slipped. For a terrifying moment, it looked like she was about to plunge straight down, but she managed to steady herself although her face had gone completely pale with fear. Just as she hesitated, wondering whether she should truly jump, Shawn finally arrived. His face was dark, his voice cold as he yelled, "Lucille, are you out of your mind?! Get down from there! You don’t want to be fired? Fine, I won’t fire you! I’ll transfer you to a different department, okay?!"

I give his arm a squeeze before let go of his arm. "It's okay I wasn't hungry anyways." I said with the saddest voice I have ever sounded. Hendrix goes to say something and I cut him off too. "I'm going outside for a walk." I said with a single tear falling from my eye. I walk away from the table and mutter. "Posticum apertum." The back door slams opened against the wall. "Sella movere posticum ."

The forced sweetness, the calculated charm, it was all too much. Without a word or a single glance back, I silently slipped away, weaving through the crowd like a shadow.

A pull came stronger tonight, sharp and steady, as if fingers curled deeper inside my chest. Out of the corner of my mouth, I let the word slip soft enough that it vanished before reaching anyone’s ears. “Soon.”

Memories flickered through my fading mind—his smile when we first met, the ring sliding onto my finger, the tears he shed at the tea farm. My mind was slipping away, and all I could hear was the hum of the machine. In my last moments, I thought I heard him calling my name. His voice was so far and so near at the same time. Autumn wind swept the curtains open. Golden sunlight spilled across the bed. I closed my eyes and let darkness embrace me.