Eat And Run 소설 & 이야기

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

"I'm clarifying." "Alex." Her voice was quiet. The real version, not the boardroom version, not the managed version. "I'm not running because I don't feel it. I'm running because I feel it too much. Because the last time I felt something this much I gave it eight years and it took everything I had" She looked at her hands. "I don't know how to want something without being afraid of what happens when it's taken."

“RUN!” I bellowed, grabbing Eva and hauling her onto my hip. Her small arms wrapped around my neck as I sprinted forward. Cain froze in fear, pulling on my arm as I practically dragged him forward. But the second he too picked up the loud growl that closed in on us, he furiously pumped his legs to keep up.

We were almost done eating breakfast when Heather walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and a banana from the fruit basket. She started to walk out of the kitchen, but turned around and smiled, “I’m going for my run. It’s a ten-mile day. The girls are on their way. Also, I do not want to talk about the stuff I heard last night.”

*Eli* The crack of the gun in the distance fades as I continue to run. I don’t know where I’m going except for south as fast as I can. I’m running over snow-covered ground, sliding down hills, trying to get away from them and closer to my own packmates so that I can use the mind-link to try to reach out for help.

But now that she had taken this path, she had no choice but to get used to it and learn little by little. Nina put on an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I wasn't saying that you're … reclusive. What I mean is that most of them would watch their diet. Also, they usually decline snacks like this. But I noticed that you ate quite a lot of those snacks." Amelia glanced at the snack in her hand. For a moment, she had the urge to throw it away. But she had already taken a bite of the snack. So she had no choice but to finish it in tiny bites.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

The helpers had surprised glances they occasionally threw at Mel, but she didn’t think much of it at the time. “I’m going out for a run,” Mel murmured, dropping the mug of water on the wooden table. “My lady!” Annie gaped. This woman was about to bring her bad habit into another clan. A civilized woman wasn’t supposed to be running wildly out in the open. “Think about your reputation. You can’t do this here—” “I don’t care,” Mel grumbled, pushing back the chair and standing up. “And I doubt he’d even bother.”

Strangers enter the gym surely guided by my scent. "Don't be afraid, my alpha, her father has sent us to rescue you," says one of the intruders, but I'm not going to get out of the weight machines like I was crazy. If they come from Einar, they bring nothing good with them. The heart explodes in my ears, I'm in a panic. Something that I have learned the last few days from my meditation classes is that predators are attracted by the smell that comes out from panicky animals and right now I am a scared rabbit, rather than a full-blown wolf.

Maylee’s POV My alarm goes off signaling the start of the day. I snooze the alarm and the 5:00 am flashes my phone and I simply lay in my small bed thinking of what the day holds. I have an Anatomy test today, we have models with pins stuck in them indicating what we have to identify. I wouldn’t be too bad except we have to spell them all correctly. So, that is stressful; I have work at the diner tonight and my mom is working at the boutique. It is going to be a long day; my alarm goes off for the second time and I drag myself out of the bed and head into the closet, changing into my workout clothes, grabbing my only pair of running shoes and headphones. I start off most of the week days wit