Born To Run Novel Novels & Stories

That is one of all of our gifts and I’ve never been more thankful that my siblings have it too. “Yes Queen” they say before taking off running to go get changed. I run inside and grab my leather jacket before I stepped out on the porch to wait for the twins.

I was alive. My heart pounding, I ran out of the bathroom and threw open the window. Warm air rushed into my face, carrying the noise of the city. Hawkers were shouting, cars honking, people arguing, laughing, living. Life. It was everywhere. I pressed a hand to my chest and inhaled deeply. For the first time in a long time, the air didn’t hurt to breathe. “It’s beautiful…” I whispered. Then my eyes swept around the small, rundown house with the peeling wallpaper and half-empty bottles added with the faint smell of smoke and alcohol. I slowly started to realize that I hadn’t just inherited Patricia Allen’s body… I’d inherited her life, her responsibilities and her problems.

She pressed her palm briefly against the curve of her belly and stepped back from the window and moved toward the little table near the wall. She brought out the small book where she’d kept her secret letters. She had written another letter since her first one. To her child. This time, she sat down with a sense of something else entirely. A letter to herself. Catherine. Under it, she wrote, slowly: There was a girl who ran. She ran because there was no time to think. Because other people made decisions in rooms she wasn’t allowed to enter, and she only heard the echoes. Because there were men with power and women with clipped voices and a king who could erase lives with a sentence. She ran b

Before war broke loose between all begins my father had said that we as a pack could communicate with other packs no matter how far they were telepathically, however after the war a curse was placed by an evil and powerful spell bounder. Not only was our communication severed but all firstborns were created to breathe only one breath before parsing. Somehow I managed to survive being the firstborn of my Alpha father. We never understood how I continued to breathe, unlike many others who never got the chance. Hence my father nicknamed me lucky as I continued to grow and surpass death that so many other cubs could not. Since Ellis has read every book in hopes of finding a way to break the curs

I never asked again. You might be wondering why we are always running. That goes way back to before Jas and I were even born. My grandmother did something that pissed off her old coven royally and she took her two daughters and ran. No one will tell Jas and I exactly what Grandma did but it's so bad that they're still after us. The coven is extremely powerful and they will kill us if they find us. Evidently that's why my Grandma left with my Aunt and Mother. They ran for a couple years before settling down right here in this very house. That's right, we're about to move in to my Aunt's and mom's childhood home. Mom and Aunt Iris grew up here. It sounded like they had a fairly good childhood

Once I hear him getting up and changed I do the same on Aidan’s door, then Ben’s. “The Langham isn’t that far.” Aidan says as we sprint down the stairs. He takes the lead as we run through the city. ‘Faster.’ Flint growls. Fuck! I hope she’s okay. She has to be okay. ____________________________ Faye ‘Ahh Hey Heyyyyy Heyyyyy’ The music notes float through me. It grips me and takes over my entire body. All I can do is close my eyes and dance. So I dance. And dance. And dance.

At this point It was a familiar occurance anytime I was in Dili's presence. He walked to me and said "I actually thought you wouldn't keep up. You surprise me every step of the way Rica Okafor" "I was a runner in junior secondary school. I actually thought I won't catch to you either" I chuckled out, feeling extremely lighter for some reason. Maybe it was because this was the first time in a long time that I felt extremely free, like every other thing didn't matter. He looked at me strangely "You're smiling? Is everything okay Rica? because if I remember clearly you were running after me to beat me"

The cold knowledge settling in my bones. If I stayed, they would break me piece by piece until I begged them to use me, or they killed me for being useless. The day after my twenty-fourth birthday, I ran. Barefoot, half-shifted, through mud that sucked at my feet and thorny undergrowth that shredded my skin, not looking back even when I heard the howls of the hunt. I ran until my lungs burned, until I crossed into Blackthorn territory and met something infinitely worse. The crates vanish. The cold vanishes. All I feel is the old rage igniting in my chest like napalm.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

I had to leave, no matter what. And I jumped, hitting the ground before I stood up and picked up my pace again. I ran even as blood ran down my leg, even as I heard the gate slam open behind me. I ran. Because I would not be owned. Not by him. Not by anyone. I didn’t know how far I’d gotten. My lungs were on fire, legs wobbling beneath me, blood trailing down my thigh and arm, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. I was born into crime, violence and I grew up in it. My father was a call man or let's say killer for a very dangerous man. He did many horrible things to people including us...me.. he ruined my life.