Fugitive Novels & Stories

Maureen cried seriously wiping her tears. Jason felt deflected for a while, his hopes were dashed to the mud once more. He sighed in resignation. "Please my son, help me beg my daughter to forgive me even my sister whom I called family has deserted me. I didn't know how kind Sophia has been to me until I messed up, yeah!!!!" She continued. Jason moved over to the land phone and dialed a number, as he spoke into the phone requesting two muscular policemen at his residence, Maureen sensing danger quickly ended her noisy charade, grabbed her dirty shoes, and ran off without as much as looking back.

At least, he'd get his balance from Yaana and leave the country, get a fake passport, get his family out through the border and away from Nigeria. "I'd like to speak to her for a second. I totally regret what happened." He tried to assemble his features into a heartbroken one, he could not, because he was a seasoned assassin and this was the first time a job was taking so much from him. All because of Yaana. "It's fine." Her uncle decided. He knew the cameras were rolling in Labeebah's room and they'd catch whatever he said.

Hunter struggled to halt its advance, and in that struggle another door to memory opened. How far to go? How much travail until they became lost to rival ambitions which had invaded her world, her cities, here home. They counseled fleeing to the edge of shadow. the unknown, the Dark from notice became lost from the could no longer be found, until he could not be found. Many lives had been sold in their flight. Moving between worlds, battling fiends and foul beasts as they fled, and resting when they could. They had been traveling for days, weeks, and there had been no more attacks. They had reached beyond or lost those who pursued them. According to the World Walker, they would be there soon

I ran to the patio door and threw it open. —Elias! He turned around immediately, surprised by my voice. - What ?! What is it? — Come… come quickly! He saw my face. And I know he understood right away that it wasn’t nothing. He dropped his hammer and walked quickly across the lawn. When he came in, I was already in front of the television, my eyes glued to the screen. The reporter was still speaking, his monotone voice contrasting with the storm in my head. — …the fugitive is considered extremely dangerous. The authorities fear that he will try to reach the south of the country, where he still has contacts. He could also seek revenge on certain people linked to

“I was just—walking.” One of them laughed, a harsh sound that scraped over my skin. The other’s gaze raked me up and down, lingering on my bare feet, my messy hair, the way I hugged the pup like a shield. “You don’t smell like us,” the first one sneered, stepping closer. “You don’t belong here. You are a rogue.” I frowned at the word. “I’m not—” My voice cracked but I forced it louder. “I’m not a rogue! I know Lucian.”

On the screen appeared the mugshot of Clara with piercing eyes as if daring any one to stand in her way. The anchor continued with an obvious tension in the voice. "Clara Hemp, convicted felon with fraud, conspiracy, and attempted murder and kidnapping. Her history shows a pattern of manipulation and elusiveness. Cunning and resourceful are the adjectives that define Clara Hemp. Therefore, this escape was rather worrying.

But it seems wasteful to throw away what would be a lot of money on an expensive cab ride when I don’t have a job and have no idea when I’ll get one. Now my decision to find some out-of-the-way hiding place is proving not to be such a good idea after all. If being trapped here with a badly broken leg wasn’t bad enough, I’m having to rely on an omega who could turn my temporary entrapment into a permanent one at any moment.

“Where exactly are we going? Do you really have a plan beyond running?” Jax nodded, his expression serious. “I have a safe house about six hours north, deep in the countryside. An old contact who owes me a big favor from years ago. We’ll switch vehicles again, get new burner phones, and disappear completely. New identities, new bank accounts, everything. I’ve been preparing for something like this for a while.” He turned to look at her fully, his hand cupping her cheek. “But I need to know… are you really ready for this? Leaving your entire life behind? Your father, Lila, everything you’ve ever known? I’m asking you to become a fugitive with me.”

"There is one more thing we need to inform you of." The officer's expression turned serious as he continued speaking to Hannah. "During our investigation into Wyatt, we discovered that he is not some homeless beggar. He's a wanted fugitive who has been on the run for years and is suspected of multiple fraud and theft cases. He approached you with a plan from the beginning." A fugitive... Wyatt was actually a fugitive?! Hannah felt the world around her start to crumble.

All of those things were still true. The problem with all of those things being true was that true things didn't have an automatic solution built in, and the solution was going to have to be found by people who hadn't slept, who were running on the last of what they had, who were now officially without territory, without legal standing, and without the option of asking their neighbors for help. He looked at the terminal. At the broadcast. At the word fugitives. "Turn it off," he said. Sarah turned it off.