Born To Run Novel Novels & Stories

I’m pregnant and my feet ache from walking and I have seventeen copper pieces in my coat pocket and nothing else. I think: this is the worst morning of my life. And then I think: no. The worst morning of my life was when I was nine and I didn’t understand what I had done and I came home and the bodies were cold and the pack was already deciding what I was. I have survived worse than this. I run. My legs carry me faster than I expected. Fear does that. Or maybe it is something else something silver and warm that has been building under my skin for weeks, pushing through now when I need it. I don’t have time to examine it. I just run.

I was in a small town on the edge of the desert, a place where no one asked for your name as long as you had cash. I pushed myself up against the headboard, my back aching. My hand went instinctively to my stomach. The baby was quiet this morning, a small weight that reminded me why I was running, why I was hiding in a place where the wallpaper was peeling and the lock on the door felt too flimsy to stop a stiff breeze.

Without a word, I instinctively turned and ran. However, no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t shake him off. He reached out and grabbed my arm. “Luna, it’s really you! You’re not dead!” His eyes were red, his wrist trembling from excitement, but all I wanted was to break free. “Let go of me!” “No, I won’t!” He pulled me into his arms, panicked and nearly incoherent. “All this time, I’ve… I’ve dreamed of you. I knew you weren’t dead!”

Never in my entire life have my legs carried me so fast, and that's considering the fact that's all I've been doing my entire life. You run from the abusive foster homes. You run from the government. You run from men that try to rape you every night and day. God, you run from your 'boyfriend' after finding out you're pregnant with another mans baby and you're still the weak little bitch that's lived through so much but yet lost everything. My brain starts to think of what's going to happen. Will this baby be alright? Will I be alright? But that all ends when everything stops and I'm on the ground in pain from the impact I've just created between another human being and I.

“I spent probably the better part of a month looking for this little monster. Just when I thought it had left the area, it killed some more animals. Another week of looking for it, and I found it. Or it found me.” He shook his head. “It was like... one second, I was alone, and the next second, the sand beneath my feet was moving, trying to pull me down as this thing rose up. I managed to leap away, just out of reach of its claws. If I’d been any slower, I’d have been breakfast.” He took another sip of water. “I had never run from an animal before, and I never have since. But endurance was the only thing I had going for me. So I made him chase me. It was stupid, but it worked. Kind of. Cuz it

The most important question I should ask her first was probably if she wanted pups in the first place. She was brought up as an orphan her entire life, thinking her parents had abandoned her. Maybe, she wasn’t inclined to have her own, out of fear of leaving them one day and having to go through what she went through as a child. We both came from worlds where violence wasn't uncommon, where we both had lost people along the way. Her village was slaughtered before her very eyes while I had lost almost my entire family during wars between packs. I was going upstairs, while Pernwél kept chatting away to Rune’s stomach about how she would teach the unborn child how to shoot with bow and arrow th

Their endless growls added more fuel to my tiny legs, I was wolfless but I ran faster than the wolves behind me. Why was I born like this? The question surfaced in my mind, bitter and raw. Why am I the only one who can’t shift, the only one who has to endure this? A sharp rock caught the arch of my foot, and I stumbled, biting back the cry of pain. Blood seeped from the cut, warm against my skin, but I forced myself to back up. The forest seemed endless, each step more grueling than the last. I’d lost all sense of direction, and the only sounds were my labored breaths and the now nearing sound of paws hitting the ground behind me.

"Claire and Andrew poured so much into raising Julie, and now you're claiming their hard work! Not only that, but you even have the audacity to make Emma donate her heart to Julie. You're murdering the poor child!" "This is outrageous!" Sophie was having none of it. She countered, "What do you know about raising a child? It's people like you who end up raising the imbeciles that roam this earth! Don't you know the law of evolution? Evolution decrees that only the fittest survive! It's not my fault that Emma can't survive in this world! It's her own fault! "Besides, what right do you have to reprimand me? Emma should be grateful that I'm even allowing her hideous heart to reside within my dar

Lucy. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. Each step I forced through the dense forest felt like dragging stone limbs, my muscles screaming in resistance. Hours had slipped by since I’d started running, clutching the twins close, their small bodies pressed against me like fragile secrets. All I could do was run. Flee from the past. Flee from them. I knew the moment anyone caught a glimpse of the babies in my arms, it would be over. They’d be taken. Sold off.

Anna said while looking at the book she's reading "Motherhood" Ever since she found out that she's pregnant, she started reading books to prepare herself. "This is my first time after all." Phoebe said with a smile. " Oh, by the way Anna, can you also fetch me some water please? I just really don't want to get up from bed right now. " " I'll bring it back up. "