You Cant Escape Novels & Stories

“Stand back away from the door, I am going to try and kick it in.” “NO!!!!” The loud scream came from the other side of the big metal door. “What do you mean no? I am going to get you out of there. Carlos can no longer hurt you, you are free.” I said as reassuringly as I could muster. “You do not understand. This door cannot be opened. This whole cabin is rigged with explosives. If that door is tampered with at all, this whole thing could blow. Killing Amelia, myself and even you.”

And to hear the truth. And after tonight— I know what I have to do. Disappear again. But this time— Not temporarily. Not another city. Not another short escape. Forever.

“Don't think about running away; I won't let that happen. Besides, you can't stay here; only by following me can you keep your life." My hand clenched silently, but I didn't want to show my emotions, so I just said mockingly. "If you want to escape, you can't escape." Over the past few days, I have spent many days in block A, looking for places where I can escape, but there is strict supervision everywhere. Even though it's just a feeling, I trust my intuition; it seems that someone is always watching me; no matter where I go, there are always eyes on me; a fly doesn't want to escape, let alone a human like me.

I was sleeping peacefully in the bed, though “peacefully” was only what my body pretended to do. My mind was anything but calm, tangled, messy, full of thoughts I couldn’t silence no matter how hard I tried. His words kept echoing… what Iskander said, that bond, that control, that unbearable truth I still didn’t fully understand. And worse than everything else, escape. How do you escape something that already feels wrapped around your fate? My chest tightened. Every time I tried to imagine freedom, it slipped away like smoke through my fingers. Deep down, a voice kept repeating: it’s not possible.

She cooked it into his meals three times a day for years. Over time, he lost his ability to have children, and she never got pregnant again. Mom once told me, “No matter how hard it is, you must survive. Find a way to escape from here.” She spent her whole life trying to leave this place. On her tenth attempt, she tried to escape with Eve. They were so close, just one step away… That was when Mike accidentally alerted the villagers and surrounded them. Without hesitation, Mom shielded Eve, taking the blows meant for her. The villagers attacked her with sticks and fists, and the blows rained down on Mom.

“He won’t like it if he found out you’re trying to escape. So, please, stay put and wait for him to come back.” “I’m tired of hearing those excuses! I don’t even know why I just woke up locked in a room, and everybody’s telling me not to leave, and that Alpha told me I’m his property and this is his territory and---” “Because that’s the truth, Miss.” She wanted to grab a handful of her hair! She was losing her mind. “Please, just let me go. You can’t get anything from me. I’m just a homeless lady, seeking freedom. I don’t want to be a slave of your pack. I don’t have any skills anyway. I’m useless.”

Chapter 5 Cleo I love running it clears my head and gets me into focus mode. There are times when you need to figure out if you are running away from something or to something. If I want to avoid conflict and I don't want to hurt anyone; I find excuses to run , if I believe what we have is worth fighting for and that you are worth the fight; leap, fall ,or jump... I will find every possible reason to stay. I am able to exercise self control;given any situation I can way my options and react accordingly. I have never lost self control at work until Angelo happened.

Heart… please, give way to the man willing to provide us with the world. I don’t know if this relationship will work… or crash and burn like the last one. But for now, you need to stop bleeding for the wrong man you once thought was your forever.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape him. Kassian owns me in a way I can’t explain, and the truth is as terrifying as it is inescapable.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In