The Escape Artist Novels & Stories

I had to escape, and I needed help. The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder with each passing moment. I tensed, my heart racing with anticipation. A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing. He was dressed in dark clothing, his face obscured by a hood. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. The figure pushed back his hood, revealing a ruggedly handsome face. "My name is Rick," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "And I'm here to help you escape."

I stopped him by raising my palm, "One - I am not Mrs. King. I will never be Mrs. King. You can call me Celia,not even Miss. Davis. Two - if your master doesn't come home by this evening or if he doesn't allow me to go out by this very evening,I am afraid, I'll tear every paper this house has, I'll smash everything it contains." I stomped back to my room slamming the doors. In the last twenty hours,only I know how many plans I had in my mind to get out. I even acted like I had a heart attack. Turns out I am not a good actress. I got caught. Then I tricked them, I was caught again. I disguised myself and again,it wasn't useful. Shit! Escaping from Davis mansion used to be a piece of cake for

Today, I take back my life. I've been planning this escape for two years, biding my time and gathering whatever money I could steal from Conor. Every time he passed out drunk, I would sneak into his wallet, taking only a little at a time so he wouldn't notice. I've accumulated enough to make our escape. Celia, Mia's nanny, has been my ally. She's seen the bruises, heard the screams, and knows the danger we’re in. We've been planning this together, and today, everything is set.

Skyler Stander was a reporter for the Escape Magazine in New York city. Head of the mystery department and in charge of filling the third last section of the magazine with anything tomb, sarcophagus, paleontology and basically old dead stuff. She grew up in Kentucky and was always facinated by stories about undiscovered locations especially those with Lara Croft and Indiana Jones.

It was a moment of triumph that made all the risks worth it. Finally, the day I had been dreaming of had arrived. After enduring what felt like an eternity in this hellish place, my escape plan was finally coming to fruition. My heart was pounding with excitement as I prepared to make my escape. Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside, loud voices and frantic footsteps approaching us. My heart sank as I realized they had discovered that someone had escaped.

I gripped my boarding pass, my knuckles turning white. Goodbye, Lord of Shadows. Goodbye, that foolish Aurora. I stepped into the boarding tunnel, not looking back. Outside the glass window behind me, the massive silver bird was waiting to carry me to freedom, to the man who had been waiting for me in Los Angeles—Lucian Ashford. Whether it's hell or heaven, as long as Kieran isn't there, anywhere is fine.

I hadn’t achieved my goal of escaping Eden. “Stand,” he instructs as he pulls out his cell phone. I obey, slowly rising to my feet, not wanting to make any sudden movements. He focuses his attention on his phone and taps away with one hand while the other has the gun still trained on me. As if my body had a mind of its own, my foot takes a step back. My poorly planned escape was thwarted when he pressed the gun harder against my head. “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. Be honest, Breeder C, are you a Deformation?”

"No . You know what happened the last time he relapsed. I'm not sure I have the stamina to pull him out of that hole . " I walked closer and took a couple of steps down . "Are you seeing what I am seeing? " " It can't be ..." "No she's too smart ..." " You think ? " I heard a phone vibrate and when I got to the foot of the stairs I peaked my head around the corner only to feel cold metal on the back of my neck " Oh jelly beans." I took a deep breath and walked into the room and locked eyes with Nicolai & Carlo. " Nico let her go now ."

The second part won out because the only way that I would have a hope of escaping was to ensure that I was still breathing when the time came. “Crystal,” I said. My answer pleased him because he dropped his hold over me and left the room. Soren sneered at me, clearly hating me but loving that his master got me to back down. That was why he was no longer Soren. He was Little Bitch, and his master would forever be known as Douchewad.

Professional. “Drop it!” one guard ordered. The man hesitated. Then tried to step backward. But the guards were already on him. They grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his back and forcing him to the ground. The syringe fell from his hand and rolled across the floor. “It’s poison!” one nurse gasped, staring at the liquid inside. The man struggled briefly, but the guards tightened their grip. He was caught. Mr. Romano Arrives Moments later, heavy footsteps approached the room.