The Ruse Escape Room Novels & Stories

Dee called out as we rounded the corner, dodging the dripping pipes and hanging wires, “We knew he’d have a secret stash!” All the papers and books I’d dragged out on my first night as Luna had been a waste. As a group Dee, Quinn and I believed Raze must have had a hiding place. The poison that killed Brody for one thing had still not been recovered. There is no way he only came in with enough for one person's portion. Now Quinn handed over a shoebox, stuffed full of intrigue. “He had a fake heating pipe! This was never real!” pointing to the long metal tube on the floor.

She was glad to know that. Fire lamps were also scattered every three meters in the path walk. She noticed how spacious this place was. She just realized the hut-like room she was in earlier was the only room standing in that area. It was surrounded by tall trees and plants. From afar, she could see the wall fences; huge and looked so massive. She could also see a wide field on the other side. It looked like a training ground. She wondered why this place looked secluded. She was so sure that if she tried to escape, they would easily catch her. To be locked inside a room was the least in her liking. So she wouldn’t bother running away… just for this moment.

It wasn't until the product was revealed that I realized it was a high-value firearm being launched. l After scanning the whole room thoroughly, I finally found an exit at the deep end of the room, it is also closer to the restroom. Just when I was thinking of the perfect excuse. I crashed into a waiter, sending the whole tray of champagne down. The liquid stain on my jacket is the perfect excuse to get to the restroom.

Kelly, standing over a grave in Russia, clutching a gun. And me—watching Diane’s body, crying. Saying her name. A loud buzz. "To escape this room, one of you must answer: Who do you trust the least—and why?" Kane swore. “It’s a psychological chamber. He’s testing us. Trying to break us from the inside.” “No,” Caroline said quietly. “He’s trying to make us turn on each other.” I looked around. We were trapped in a truth game. And none of us were ready for the answers.

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.

I quietly watched Rafael as he stood on my doorstep. I turned around and picked Mila up from where she was sitting. I carried her upstairs to my room and placed her down on my bed before quietly making my way into my closet. I tied my hair into a ponytail before breathing out nervously. I opened the secret door inside my closet, the place where I stored all of my weapons. I carefully entered the room before going to work. Everything in my house is ready for my next escape. I've been planning for this for the last two years and I've never stopped.

We like her. Shut up, I muttered internally. She’s just perceptive. Perceptive? She’s your equal. You felt it the first time in the hunt, remember? I ignored him. After the last drop of coffee disappeared, Rue pushed back her chair. “So,” she said lightly, “Hw about we verify its really us?” I stood. “There’s a private training room in the next building.” “Perfect.” When we entered the training room, I tossed her a towel. “You ready?”

Then I slipped into the same blue dress I'd worn five years ago, styled my hair and makeup just as I had back then, and headed to Celestia. Where everything began, and where it would end. It was the same table. The same view. Aaron must've had the restaurant prepare everything in advance, Celestia looked even more extravagant than it had five years ago. Fine crystal, flickering candles, and a centerpiece of white lilies filled the room with their faint perfume. There were no other guests tonight, only a discreet line of servers standing quietly in the distance. He'd cleared the place again. Typical Aaron. I sighed, gazing out the window where the city lights were beginning to blur into the d

Jax’s anxious voice came through the phone. “Boss, why are you still hesitating? I already arranged your evacuation! If you don’t leave now, you really might not be able to escape. When did you become someone who hesitates like this?” Rue stared at the phone screen. A trace of anxiety flashed across her face. After hesitating for a second, she asked: “How much time do we have before we can escape?” “Five minutes.” Jax’s voice was urgent. “You must retreat within five minutes.”

I place my palm on his chest and his heart is thumping like an African drum. "Yes," I whisper and he places an arm around my waist and I walk next to him as we head inside the house where there is no one. Neither of us speak in the elevator until we get to his safe haven. The private suite. His "escape room" as he calls it. He sweeps me off my feet and I giggle and panic at the same time, hoping that he won't drop me, since we're both drunk. Carefully he places me on a couch which when he presses a button on the arm rest, switches into a bed-like structure.