The Getaway Novel Novels & Stories

thesis had been ghostwritten by someone else. In the blink of an eye, the once-respected director fell from grace, becoming a disgraced figure despised by all. As for me, I successfully divorced that scumbag, Gareth. I congratulated him. Now he could finally spend the rest of his life in prison with his beloved. As I walked out of the courthouse, I received a phone call that delivered good news. I had been appointed as the new director. I was satisfied with this outcome. See? The heavens are fair. People must reap what they sow.

" Faith cried again, but Mike ignored her pleas. He looked at Mary. "Where is he?" he asked. "Wh...who?" Mary croaked out. "You know exactly who I'm talking about. Your little boyfriend Chuck. It seems that he skipped town after stealing from me. You must know where he is," Mike said. His eyes were dark, and he had a scary expression on his face. "I don't know..." Mary mumbled. "What's that?" Mike roared. "I don't know! I haven't heard from him since last night," Mary cried.

Once I have showered after that brutal training session I decided to enjoy the next couple hours before dinner by the Koi Pond. I walk into Dimitri's library and quickly steal a book from one of his shelves. You wouldn't think Dimitri would be into chick novels however, the book in my hand tells a different story. A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks. If I told anyone that he would either deny it, kill me, or both. I tuck the book into my chest and skip over to Hendrix's room and steal his favorite throw blanket. I'm telling you this has now became mine. I skip out out Hendrix's room and head to Paxton's room to steal one of his shirts. His shirts look like dresses on me but they're so comf

But I also have to make sure my brother doesn't go feral. "He's young," Byron said, "Going feral is part of the experience." Emily sauntered off home, still feeling the thrill of the kiss and the delight of liberty thanks to her new protection order against Josh. Just as she was leaving the building, it dawned on her that she had left her handbag. She took the elevator all the way up again and found the bag. Byron's voice reached her from another room; he was already busy talking on the phone to someone. A bit of the conversation caught her interest as it sounded like it had something to do with a movie.

She went to the book case and pulled out a book that had a rose patterned spine with no author and heard something click at the far end. She decided to check out the source of the noise...When she reached the far end of the huge book case she found nothing and when she turned around she saw a dim light seeping through the fire place. Apart from the gnawing gut feeling not go inside, her curiosity got the better of her. She pushed the door open went inside , thought of turning around and going home ,but the door shut immediately making her wish she hadn't gone inside. Slipping off her heels for fear of tripping and rolling down the stairs she continued to go down the tunnel and made it to a r

He didn't even realise he was signing the divorce papers when I asked him to sign some formalities given by the maternity hospital because that day Maya told him she wanted him rough on bed. For the first time, I thanked Maya in my mind for distracting my husband from me. Just then my phone buzzed. It was my mentor's call. "Everything is done, Aris. Your flight is an hour later. So, hurry up." He said, "You will travel by the name Abby Black." I hang up the call as I grabbed my luggage I hadn't unpacked intentionally. So, this was it. My final goodbye to Ethan and to myself as Elena. Goodbye Elena. Now, I'm Abby Black.

It was doing no good. I sat still in the back seat, the time frozen in place. “Ma’am, we have arrived,” I suddenly heard the driver say. I looked out the window before looking back at the driver. “Please, take me to Monthigh Hospital,” I said and the driver turned around. And before I could stop myse lf, my hands shamelessly dialed that one number— one I shouldn’t be dialing ever again. Adrian Sinclair.

This wasn’t a battle. It was an execution. They weren’t meant to escape. But they would. They had to. --- The Getaway Darwin spotted their only chance—a stolen car still running, its driver slumped over the wheel. He didn’t hesitate. “Get in!” Fiona dived into the back seat as Thalassa gunned the engine. The tires screeched as they tore down the alley, bullets ripping into the metal. “Where the hell do we go?” Marcus shouted. Darwin reloaded his gun. “Somewhere they can’t track us.”

I had no words to respond to Alice’s statement. As we stood there, locked in a tense stalemate, my phone rang. It was Quentin. “Viola,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “All the rescues you adopted have safely arrived in Arcania. I plan to keep them at my estate for now. “Once you return, we can arrange for their permanent homes. By the way, is there anything I need to be aware of?” “Already?” I asked slightly in awe.

He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the deserted alley. Oscar slid into the driver's seat with a fluid motion, the leather creaking beneath him. He turned the key, and the engine roared to life. The vehicle surged forward, tyres screeching as it peeled away from the car lot. Meanwhile, Colton's men and the General Secretary fanned out, flashlights casting an eerie dance of shadows on the walls. The General Secretary's face twisted into a scowl, eyes constricting to slits. "Where is she?" he spat, voice low and menacing.