Books About Running Away From Home Novels & Stories

That night, standing beneath the dark sky, I swore. I didn't know why or when. But I would be leaving. I would be leaving this place. I would be running from the Cedar Pack, from their cruelty, from their hypocrisy. I would be breaking free from the chains that bound me here. One day a thought comes to me out of nowhere, I’d go on and leave for good. This place is no longer safe for my lerson so running away feels like the best decision. Away from the Cedar Pack’s harsh rules, their fake smiles mean nothing now. This idea takes root in me, the weight of staying finally cracks under its own pressure.

Following the love story between a proud couple seemed much more exciting than being at a party where I wouldn't meet anyone and would do nothing but sit in a corner with a disposable plate on my lap and clog myself with fried foods. Besides, in the isolation of my room, I had a beautiful bookshelf with proud books still packed and anxiously waiting for my reading. I would never change the possibility of characterizing myself with a life described in the way I most liked to read, to surround myself with strangers who did not know even half the reasons that forced me so much to run away from my teenage problems. Impossible and dramatic novels have always been my escape to complicated days. I

When Maren went away, i gathered my few belongings, my mother’s shawl, a tiny purse of coins barely enough for bread, and a piece of paper with my late father’s friend’s address in a distant town far from my hometown. “Another life,” i whispered to myself. “A life far away from him is the best option for both I and the golden child in my womb.” ⸻ The next dawn, i boarded a low shabby box with few belongings as I move quickly to the border. The driver, an old wolf with gray whiskers, raised a brow. “Traveling alone?” “Yes,” i said quickly. Turning my heads both ways. The old man said. “It looks like you’re running away from something.” Staring at me like I’d just lie.

“Just tell them we ran away.” I see Cannon show a smile as turns around. “Ohkay. I'll do that.” She says before we drift away. There are times I wish I could run away with Naya. Bring her to a faraway land, but her life has been a mess. My life has been a mess too. With all the things happening with our family there isn't a chance to do it. I don't think we would enjoy running away knowing what's left behind is left unsolved. But isn't that a reason we're supposed to run away? To wish we can never see those things go broken and unfixed? To never feel and see the hopelessness. To distract ourselves from other people and places?

They won't ever leave me in this house alone so that I could run away from here. The wooden planks creaked painfully as I made my way up the dusty stairs. They protested my intrusion to their undisturbed sleep just like the way I protested with the same vigor when my parents denied me the right to go to college. I ran away from home. They told me that if I won't go to college then they would kick me out on the streets, naked. I had to do what I had to do, and so I ran off. That is the boldest decision I have ever taken, and I am proud of that.

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

“If it’s so hard for you to trust people, why not just move away? Live separately with your mom, I mean. You’d avoid all the unnecessary drama, at least.” He shook his head slowly, a faint shadow passing over his face. “I can’t,” he said, his voice quieter now. “If I did that, Grandpa would say I chose to run away like a coward.” The sadness in his words struck a chord in me, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say. Finally, I spoke. “Sometimes, running away is the correct answer,” I said softly, my tone deliberate but kind. “Especially when you have to be extra wary in your own home.”

He sprinted across the grass field for a couple of minutes before passing me again, "Iona and Kegan are leaving too." Wow! I was wondering earlier this morning about when the running away plan was going to materialize. Our village was almost destroyed. I wondered how Aiden and my mother were doing. The thought of going home cheered me up. I was sick and tired of kitchen chores and my body was sore from excessive grinding and whisking. I hadn't slept well in days from over exhaustion. I ran erratically on the dirt track followed by the grass field, paying no heed to the ground. What if I wasn't supposed to run away? The sorceress said one thing led to the other, and we got cursed. Can running

Zero A haunted man with a cursed soul is worse than a man with a dead one. I recall that saying, remember it written in permanent marker on a train station wall. It was the first and only time I ever ran away from home. I was thirteen, and my dad and Thorn got into a fight that turned bad for the both of them. I tried to stop it. Thorn’s fist got in the way of that. Not sure why I ran away up until this day. But that darn saying, can’t get it out of my mind.

It was enough to soften the pain that had been living in my ribs, a hollow ache like something important was missing. It had to just be in my head, though, right? If he was my fated mate, he would never have looked at me the way he did. I’d never heard of a fated mate who hated their partner. Even the abusive ones. But I knew he was. The knowledge was deep in my bones. Damn it. "I, uh, ran away from home. Long story. I’m not going to be back. My family’s not going to let me go that easy." Or maybe they'd just be happy to get rid of me. That would be nice.