The Escape Baldacci Novels & Stories

The superintendent, his gaze fixed on the newcomer, questioned him, "What do you know about Jonathan Baldwin?" Park Dae-Hyun, his voice laced with a mix of trepidation and resolve, began to recount a shocking tale. He explained how Jonathan had contacted him earlier that day, desperately seeking assistance to escape to South Korea. The police officers exchanged surprised glances, their minds racing to comprehend the implications of Jonathan's sudden desire to flee the country. It was a revelation that added a layer of intrigue to the case, raising questions about what had transpired in Jonathan's life to prompt such a drastic move.

If Elsa had understood that, she wouldn’t have been in this situation. “Well, if that’s the case, then what are you waiting for? You have her here. Just end her,” Frank said. “Morning is approaching – we don’t have all day, do we?” Oakley glanced at Elsa again. There was a moment of hesitation before he spoke, his expression firm. “Before I do… I have something to report. The Caddels. They escaped with Elsa’s help-” “Fucking bastard! You fooled me!” Addison snarled, rushing forward. She slashed at Oakley with her claws, but he dodged deftly and countered with a kick to her ankles, sending her sprawling to the floor beside Elsa.

ZARA **Warning episode containing memories about abuse and rape.** We had been running the whole day after we early left Alpha Chase's pack. Grandpa wanted to put as much distance between the Alpha and us. When it gets dark, grandpa finds a safe place to sleep for the night. He found a small cave hidden behind a waterfall that ran into a small lake.

His expressions told the news he had come here to deliver it before he voiced it out. "You were right, boss. Lincoln Raynott escaped with his family." I took another sip and turned my face to the right at Ajax. He was already looking at me when I turned to him. Giving him a small smirk I spoke, "I am bored, Castillo. Why don't you call your girls for some entertainment."

Her eyes darted nervously between him and the heavy atmosphere that clung to the room. Marcelo took a leisurely drag from the cigar before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. It curled around him, adding to the mystique of his presence. "Greta," he repeated, his tone soft but demanding, "Where you aware of what Georgina was up to when she stabbed one of my guard and attempted to escape with Emma?"

I had been whipped a hundred strokes this time for attempting to escape but given another chance I would do it over and over again. I refuse to be a complacent party in my own suffering. I had lots and lots of pictures of the great America. I was going to escape there. I had no particular city in mind but all I knew is I was going there. Alina had drawn them for me from all the times we visited America when we were kids. Because you see, Alina suffered from Hyperthymesia, so she could remember everything. I crawl slowly towards the bucket, stretching my arms to pull it closer to me. But as it turns out, I underestimated the extent of my injuries and the stretch tugged at one particularly dee

The only comfort I’d receive was when I took my last breath and the lights dimmed behind my eyelids. The elevator doors slid open and I didn’t hesitate to run past him. I didn’t stop until I arrived in my room. I slammed and locked the door behind me–locking myself away from the psycho with the piercing blue eyes and murderous threats. My back hit the door and slid to the floor in defeat. With my time ticking down, I only had two options if I want to stay alive; avoid Judge Jackson at all cost or escape Eden. Escaping would prove difficult. The exits to Eden always changed and I wouldn’t be prepared for the outside world. The best opportunity I had to escape was two days from now when a feas

I was in the hospital for a few days. For humans, such an accident could have killed them. But I healed up in just a few days and was fine to go home. My mind was preoccupied as I walked into my room one day to find the stranger that had saved me sitting by the window. I jumped in fear. He had been coming around as of late. I had learned his name was Daemon. He was an alpha from an ancient clan. Being an Alpha, it was very hard for me to pick up his scent. He was quite the apex predator and could hide his scent easily.

Aaliyah Chen had three escape routes, seven false identities, two emergency cash bags, and absolutely no intention of trusting the handsome domestic weirdo who had somehow arrived in her life with a billionaire CEO, a traumatized influencer, an unemployed fund manager, and a soldier carrying a screaming metal case. "Hard pass," she said through the warehouse intercom. "Whatever cult this is, I am full." Jack stood in the alley below her safehouse with Katherine on one side, Marcus on the other, Haley in sunglasses despite the cloudy sky, and the cracked Alpha Predation seed locked in a cooler full of ice because Aaliyah had texted that cold slowed its signal.