Books About Running Away From Home Novels & Stories

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.

Tina asked, leaning closer as she began to slowly rub her hand up and down her back. "I ran." It was only two words, but in short it was the entire story. Lana didn't have a plan or any friends or family she could depend on when she left. Even if she did, she wouldn't have involved them for fear of putting them in harm's way. "One day, I just packed two suitcases. I planned to run when he wasn't home, but some part of me wanted him to know that I was leaving, so I told him to his face. Don't get me wrong, I had policemen there with me, but it took a lot of courage," Lana smiled, remembering how good it felt to walk out of Dan's house knowing he couldn't stop her.

Luckily the house had a basement, even if it wasn’t much but a dirt hole under the house just big enough for me to crawl around, sleep and do my homework in peace. After years of ridicule and torment from my pack, I was finally eighteen today and after school, I planned to run away. I had no money or anywhere to go, but once I received my final grade, maybe I could figure something out. All I knew is I had to get away from this place. My grades were good enough to get me into a university and I could always find a job somewhere.

“I promise I’ll get you whatever you want. More lollipops? Candies? Just… tell me what’s wrong.” He dragged his shoe across the gravel, muttering finally, “I ran away from home.” My mouth fell open. “You what?” “I ran away,” he repeated, almost stubbornly, like he was daring me to scold him. I raked my fingers through my hair, disbelief crashing into me. “Max… when would you even think of doing that? How old are you?” “Six,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. Then he shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. Like running away at six was the most normal thing in the world.

I ran. Not in the way a man runs from danger, but in the quiet way a coward does. I packed a few things in a bag, told Stanley to keep an eye on the house, and moved into one of my father’s hotels. It was a penthouse at the top, a place that I couldn't stand staying at usually, but at least it gave me space to think. Diane refused to leave. So I did. I took the coward's way out. I thought it would feel better. It did not. It felt like running away. Because that is exactly what I was doing.

I thought about the constant hiding from my school mates and Eric, the looking over my shoulder, the endless running from a fate I didn't choose. I shook my head, pulling his hands away from my face. "No." "Everett, listen to me...." "No, Knox! I'm not running," I snapped, my voice gaining strength as I stood up, forcing him to stand up with me. "I'm not running from your father. I'm not running from Zeth, and I'm not running from the clan. I've spent my entire life running away from things that scare me. I've lived in fear of my designation, of my family's past, of everything. I'm done. If I run tonight, I'll be running for the rest of my life."

He makes me work like a slave in his house. I know I have to run away from the lights. It sounds like a party or a feast is going on. I do not want to run into a cult that is busy celebrating something. I changed direction and started running towards an old building I saw standing alone. I have to survive tonight. I have stolen the last money from my father's house. I will take a train to another city far away and find a job, but I hope my father never finds me. I don't look where I'm going. And the next moment, I trip. I try to get up and run again, but a giant wolf is standing before me. If there's one thing I know, it is not to turn your back on a wild animal.

She needed to break free, forge her path, and discover who she truly was outside the confines of her family's expectations. With a sense of determination, Amari made a decision – she would run away from the family, leaving behind the comfort and security of her privileged upbringing in search of a life of her own making. She packed a few belongings into a small suitcase, careful not to attract attention or raise suspicion. She knew that if anyone discovered her plans, they would do everything in their power to stop her from leaving. As she slipped out of the mansion in the dead of night, Amari felt a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She didn't know where she was goi

I'm fed up with their actions, but because I love them, here I am, doing what they want, even if it goes against my will. As the two large doors opened, it was the moment everyone in the church had been waiting for—the entrance of the bride to join the groom who awaited. But wait. It seems that all things have limits. Everyone has a breaking point. That's why... "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I can't do it," I immediately pulled away from their embrace and ran out of the church. I no longer cared if many people witnessed my escape. "OMG! What is she doing? This is a disgrace to their family," I overheard one of the guests say. But that didn't stop me from running.