Born To Run Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I was pregnant, couldn’t shift and lifting my weight off the ground was a problem, yet I ran that night as my life depended on it—because it depended on it. It wasn’t long after I made it out of the pack lands that I heard the sound of their paws and howls in the distance. I knew they wouldn’t just let me go once they knew what Clara did. I had nearly gotten caught, because I was running when labour hit. The first bolt of pain that night went straight to my spine and had me doubled over. I had stood up and swallowed down my cries because escaping being cooked and fried was more important, yet when the second bolt of pain hit and my water broke, I couldn’t even lift my feet off my ground. I h

Until he is discovered and the running resumes. He hasn't stayed in one place since he was born. He just ran forward. Not knowing where it will end. Home is a place he never had so he didn't know what a destination is. “Who are you, boy?” The man snarled near his face, almost biting his head off. He felt his jaw on the brink of being crushed by the way he was gripping it, “Who sent you?” He looked the older man dead in the eye. Through years of running, he has been in this situation more often than not. He was cornered and tired. He is also smart and experienced enough to know that this person is someone who he cannot outrun. He was found by someone incredibly strong.

He wrinkled his nose, looking at Jane, "You read this?" She sneered at him. "Gia read it to me, and I like it." "Surprise," he muttered ironically under his breath. "What did you say?" "Nothing," he grumbled, walking back to the bed and sitting on it. Now he was grateful his parents didn't have daughters, although his father wanted one; these people were pieces of hard work. "Ready?" She straightened her shoulders and nodded. He cleared his throat, opened the first page, and began, "On a mysterious island was a little girl. She was very adventurous," he raised a brow, "and her name was Alex...."

"Mabel, are you defending him? Figures. Your family's from the countryside, too, right? I heard your family raises pigs. No wonder you always smell like manure." Daphne curled her lip, looking at me with thinly veiled pity. Even without pretending, their backgrounds were still far better than mine. "Huh. Guess you and the driver are the same kind of people," she said. "You two probably have a lot in common." "Yeah," Lillian added with a laugh. "Like raising pigs." Their laughter overlapped. I bit my lower lip, letting my expression tighten like I had been hurt. "Say whatever you want about me, but don't drag the driver into it. He works hard every day just to support his family."

And when their lips met, it wasn't desperate or frightened or frantic. It was steady. Real. Hopeful. A kiss born not from escape. But from survival. From truth. From love. EPILOGUE - THE GIRL WHO RAN, THE WOMAN WHO ROSE Greyfall City would never forget the runaway bride who brought down a criminal empire, reclaimed her rightful inheritance, and survived the Ghost. But that wasn't the story that Teresa carried. Her story was simpler A girl who ran from a life chosen for her… A woman who chose her own futur And a love that didn’t save her, But stood with her while she saved herself.

On the cover was the word, “Bitten” Raven opened the book and felt a surge of power. The pages looked empty at first but a flash of light lit up behind every word as they appeared. This book had been enchanted. “This is from your father’s library. It contains the tale of the child born of the Bitten and the Born.”

I wanted to start from the ground up. I even asked my uncle to help me find a potion to mask my scent. I refused to rely on my bloodline. I wanted to earn every step. I rubbed my wrist slowly, my gaze locked on Emily. No matter how hard she tried to wear the dignity of someone born above others, the truth of her scent could not be erased. It clung to her bones. I spoke coldly, without raising my voice. "An Omega dares to lecture us about rank and worth?"

you seem like a rich girl and you know the basic skills of survival, so why did you run away from home to be in the fields and just look at the sky and be at peace? What’s your story?” He asked me as he washed the apple and sat back down. He looked so organized and calm, I was just surprised at how weird it is to have found someone here you can really relate to.“ Well, I won’t say I am not a rich girl, I was born on the night of the full moon and it counted for something remarkable but anyway, that’s all, I am being pressured a lot and I need to make my mother and my father proud but being a girl and not being good enough is a very bad thing, so I decided to run away, I had forgotten abou

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.