Can't Run Can't Hide By Lee Williams Novels & Stories

Sneaking across the darkness, he stepped onto the sidewalk, unlocking his BMW before settling behind the wheel, not even giving it a moment's thought before driving away. It wasn't until he arrived at his bachelor pad did he crumble. With his hands against his hips, he had trouble catching his breath, feeling like he wasn't getting enough air, his lungs straining as he rubbed at his chest, trying to ease the pain. Shaking his head at himself, he poured himself a glass of scotch and downing it in one go. Pouring himself another, he made his way towards his sofa, collapsing against the cushions before turning on some rock music, the sound reverberating throughout his home as he downed the glas

She hated herself to be so good to people who didn’t deserve her kindness. What is she going to do now? Is she going to hide again? She felt very tired from the day’s event and just thinking about hiding again she felt very exhausted. She could not hide. She could not run away. Not without Adam. Not without her son. After a while, her phone rang. She quickly crawled towards her phone that she had just thrown. It was a call from an unknown number. ‘Not again!’ She muttered in the air thinking the call was from her dad, Alicia, or Sen. Meyer’s other number.

I slip on the nose mask, covering my mouth, nose, and cheeks, which is basically hiding most part of my face. We get down from the car, and enter the warehouse, ignoring stares and not engaging into any conversation. We try to be as normal as possible, in order not to get caught. When we reach the wide open space where Ryan is placed on a bed, tubes connecting to his arms, I finally break down, a sob wrecking through me. "We have to put a stop to this. Brent can't continue to do this, and the best way is to confront him" Helena says, when we reach Ryan. He looks so weak.

Leo growled in agreement. You can run, Leah, I thought darkly. But you can’t hide forever.

No more running, no more hiding. It was time to face the consequences of my actions. ***

Some of them had gone away to rest while some were just meandering around. “There’s nothing you can do if I do, which is fine, unless...” he looked expectantly at me. “We have some scores to settle, Leah,” He said, laughing out loud once again. “I have to go,” I said in a small voice. He leaned in closer to me and whispered, “Just keep running Leah. It’s what you have been doing all your life. It’s your destiny to run. What? You even stole another's identity so you can run and hide,”

The adrenaline begins to wear off, and I find myself hoping against hope that I can hide long enough for the timer to run out. Then, a voice cuts through the silence. "You’re not exactly good at hiding, are you?" My blood runs cold, and I freeze, every muscle in my body going rigid. I know that voice. It's Xerxes. I peek over the edge of the branch, my stomach twisting in embarrassment. There he is, standing below me with his arms crossed, his eyes glowing with an almost mocking amusement. "You’ll be found within minutes," he adds, the words like a cruel prophecy.

I didn't know why I don't know why I didn't want him to perceive me as weak. “I was not trying to commit suicide, I only wanted fresh air.” I said slowly, looking at everywhere but his face. Even though I could not see his face, because of the dark. “Look at me.” He said. No, commanded. There was nothing in his voice that hinted if he gave me a choice to answer. I knew I had to. Wit everything in me, I looked up at him. A thick shiver racked my frame and I suddenly felt self conscious about whatever it is he had going on. I knew he was staring intently at me. And I don't like that I can't see his face too.

The moment their footsteps faded, I stopped trembling. I stood up, wiping the fake tears from my face, my eyes instantly adjusting to the dark. I looked down at my bleeding knee. The wound was already closing, my hidden Lycan healing factor working at an impossible speed. I needed to move fast. By dawn, the moon-root serum would completely wear off, and my true, golden Lycan scent would explode into the air. Killian would smell exactly what I was the second he stepped into the cell. I moved to the back of the cell, checking the heavy iron bars of the small window that looked out into the stormy night.

She gasped for her breath then spoke once again, “These dicks look like they’re after me, so I need to get separated from my brother. SOS bitches! I’m gonna die if no one comes quickly. Well… I certainly don’t wanna die though. But I could because we’ll die soon anyway.” She slid through a heap of leaves wherein she could do a concealment, in order to hide herself from her stupid ex-boyfriend. Not any further she could run, and decided to hide instead of running. Well, it’s no use anyways, she would still get herself apprehended even if she fled; being short-legged and the one who dearth fortitude. *Meanwhile*