Novel & Cerita Can't Run Can't Hide By Lee Williams

And then, the fire alarm rings. "Run," I scream. But I don't run. I stay. I stay for the end. The walls start to move. The secret room is opening. Liam screams. But it’s not for me. It’s for the truth. I watch him fall to his knees. The screen is showing everything. The funds. The accounts. The ghost. I stand up. "You were right, Liam." "I shouldn't have dug deep." "Because now," I lean in, my voice a whisper.

I sigh, wondering if everyone will be this excitable whenever I want to make an announcement. “Settle down everyone!” Grace orders, her smile set into a playful smirk. She is clearly enjoying herself. As the crowd quiets again, I thank her before turning back to face the crowd. “I want to apologize for my behaviour earlier today but I also want to assure you all that killing my father was the right thing to do. As such I want to announce that the Run which is to happen in six months will be canceled.” I begin to explain, seeing confusion and shock amongst the crowd.

he said and left from there. 'I know my sister. If she is trying to hide anything from me, then she will die, but she won't open her mouth, just like me. So, I have to catch her red-handed. But the question is, 'what are you hiding, Lee?' . #TBC

Justin nodded and replied “It’s pretty much as we feared. Serena could never win mother of the year. The whole time he’s been watching her she’s spent getting high, being high, or getting drunk. The problem here gentlemen is that there is no way that Stacia contained this situation on her own. There has, to be someone she trusted to keep her secret. Because this woman still continues to receive money to support her habits and Stacia’s been dead for two years.” It was Nicolas the youngest Denae who said “Follow the money. It will lead back to something or someone.” Justin nodded and sighed as he said, “We already thought of that angle and looked into it, the problem is, the money led right b

Father keeps on shouting as if they were in a hurry… The writing was done there, he believed it was disrupted. What happened next? Ciaran turn the next page, it was the day of the war but the writing was too short and the penmanship seemed to be shaky, it says. It was done, Jihilya was done. My sister and I were hiding behind this huge empty barrel hoping the enemies cannot see us in the dark. I saw mother, she was running towards us while striking her sword at the enemies on her way. She was brave.

Dug a hole in the garden with my hands and buried it deep. But the threat stayed with me. Because if they hurt Nate—if they use him the way they used me— I won’t run. I won’t hide. I’ll burn it all down. But not yet. Not while Leo is this small. Not while he still needs me to be silent, to be shadow, to be ghost. So I made a new promise as I watched him sleep: No more running just to disappear. From now on, I run to prepare. I hide to plan.

I don't look back, don't think, I just run , trying to take narrow streets and small alleys so the van can't follow me and even the huge men have to press themselves through. But where should I go? Where can I hide? The office is to far away now and they probably expect me to go there. I'm already out of breath, my legs won't hold the speed for long and if I panic a bit more I am going to pass out! The La'Rossa Estate would be the nearest option and they have cameras all over the place, they will see me coming , maybe just in time. I change the direction and start to run faster. *** It felt like an eternity before I finally spot the road to the estate and start to scream

ALIRA'S POV “Hide.” Liam stared at me like I had just insulted him. “I’m not hiding,” he said firmly. “You are,” I whispered harshly, gripping his arm. “Alec is outside.” “So?” he snapped. “Let him see me.” “Are you crazy?” I hissed. “If he sees you here, everything goes haywire and I am in no fucking mood to entertain such chaos.” “I don’t care,” Liam said. “I’m tired of sneaking around like I’m the problem.”

Ethan looked down, and with one slow, precise movement, he pressed Escape, closing my resignation email. Not anger. Not force. Just final, unshakable command. “You want to quit?” he said, soft as a blade sliding free. “Say it again. Look at me and don’t shake.” I couldn’t. My body betrayed me. My pulse roared. My knees weakened. The room tilted. He leaned in, voice barely above a breath against my ear. “Run from me if you want,” he whispered. “But I don’t let go that easily.” Then he walked away.

We both understood enough without speaking about it. That afternoon, my assistant stayed behind sorting through a stack of moon-chart files while I went to buy desserts alone. The shop had sold out for the day, so the owner told me to wait while she baked another batch. I sat at the counter scrolling through messages from my assistant while the news screen above the bar played updates from the border. Then I heard Damon’s name. He was standing outside Bloodmoon’s council hall during an interview, wearing a silver wristband reserved for bonded mates. The reporter smiled. “No one’s seen you wear that before. Does this mean you’ve found a mate?”