The Escape Artist Novels & Stories

“Kays, this is her.” Turning, I see that behind this gorgeous jerk, Kays, stands a whole delegation of armed men and the village leader. It’s as clear as day that they’ve come for me — so I bolt. My chances of getting away are slim, of course, but my legs already carry me in the opposite direction. Not for long. Just before I can tear off, a bright spark flashes in the chestnut’s eyes. A couple of steps later my legs simply give out, and I go sprawling into a fresh puddle. I feel muddy water seep into my cleavage and dirt drip from my hair.

His voice was barely audible, as if he were murmuring. The next instant, he carried Samantha and jumped out of the window. The guests in the hall erupted into chaos. Charles stood rooted to the spot. The police took him away, too. He had been locked up for a month. Dark clouds hung over the sky on the day Charles was released. Instead of going home, he went to the chapel. He went into every chapel he came across. I followed him and watched him pray and mumble something in every chapel he visited. I could hardly hear what he said, but I wasn't interested in knowing either.

He stammers, clearly shaken by my questioning, and manages to give me a broken, incomplete account. His words are jumbled and lack detail, but one piece of news cuts through the confusion like a blade. “The prisoner has escaped.” The words hit me hard, and without hesitation, I took off at a full sprint. I race toward the gates, praying Hannah isn’t foolish enough to cross them. Those gates are more than a boundary—they’re a declaration. Anyone who crosses them is marked as a rogue. I arrive just in time to see an archer draw his bow. “Drop your weapons! I said, drop your weapons!” I shout, my voice echoing through the chaos.

Ariel stood confusedly in a corner of the room, feeling quite drained from all the prancing about that she’s been doing for a while now. She couldn’t seem to find any way to escape this cage of a room and now, she was beginning to feel quite anxious. She didn’t know how she was going to escape this room when she’s been practically locked in and disallowed from stepping foot out of the room. For most of the day, she’s been prancing to and fro the door and the adjacent window, looking for possible escape routes as well as plotting plans of escape; and after a few minutes of restless prancing, she finally came up with an escape plan, a plan that could at least get her out of here as soon as pos

With one last glance back at the room, I mustered all my strength and courage and began my daring escape. As I prepared to make my daring escape through the window, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination, Demetrius suddenly walked back into the room. Panic surged through me, and I quickly retreated, trying to hide any sign of my plan. I hurriedly returned to my former position, my heart sinking as I realized my escape had been thwarted. Demetrius looked at me with a knowing smirk, his eyes filled with a sinister delight. "Well, well, Naomi," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "It seems you were planning quite the escape, weren't you? Too bad for you, I caught you jus

“You will reach places where you stop needing help from strangers.” A beat, “That is where you will find out what you actually are.” And then he left. What did he mean by that? confused, I wondered. But I already knew what I was. I was a maid who escaped from the palace. a fugitive whose life was in danger should she be discovered.

The only obstacle was crossing a river. Eve stared at me, her eyes full of helplessness. "But I don’t know how to swim." I lowered my gaze and whispered, "I’ve hidden a small boat in the cornfield. When the lantern ceremony begins the day after tomorrow, we’ll sneak away and escape." The old fishing boat had been discarded by a fisherman in the village, left abandoned in the fields. I had secretly repaired it and stashed it in the cornfield when no one was watching. Eve’s eyes lit up.

Alex offered me an escape - and the moment I made the commitment to go, I realized just how perfect that escape would be. I'd be escaping the rumors and busybodies, of course, as well as my well-meaning mom. But this impromptu trip will also get me away from my normal life for a bit, something I didn't realize I so desperately needed until the opportunity was right in front of me. I mean, this breakup has turned my entire life upside-down - a fact that's still sinking in - and I need to take some power back. I was about to get married. Commit the rest of my life to someone else. Now I'm free. I want to live it up. Do something crazy. Embrace the unknown. And what better place to do that than

Liam It has been two months since I pulled Cara Russo and her newborn daughter out of the skylight I kicked in the roof of a rundown shack, hidden in the woods. Landing on that roof and it not blowing up was pretty awesome. Kicking in the skylight and being able to pull Cara and Scarlett out was even better. To say it has been a crazy two months is probably an understatement. Being the “upstanding” citizen that I am, we called the cops. Once Cara got to the hospital and checked, the fun really began. After an investigation, it was ruled self-defense. Cara didn’t have any other choice. Kill or be killed.

There were no more smiles, friendly gestures, or attention from Marco, only anger shown towards her. Finally, Letta managed to escape the prison created by Marco. She found someone willing to help her in her escape. Although Letta was sure that someday Marco would find her, she just wanted to experience freedom for a moment. However, Letta's suspicions proved true when fate brought Letta back into Marco's grasp after just one week.