Fugitive Novels & Stories

“I can’t live here, you lied to me and I want my money back. This is a scam.” He laughed. Short. Cruel. “Tú no eres nadie para hablar, sombras.” His voice was like ice. “You run away from something, sí? I know mujeres like you. Maybe you fraud some man, steal his money, and now you hide here. No tienes teléfono, you pay in efectivo, and you beg me no background check. ¿Qué pensáis that I’m stupid? Verdad?” My blood ran cold. The panic was no longer a flutter; it was raging like a storm inside me. He didn’t know who I was, but he knew I was a fugitive. And in this forgotten corner of the world, that was all he needed to know. That was enough to use against me.

It was a lie I Can hear steps and according to that, I Can assume how many people are there inside the camp? “What’s that?” I asked. “A patrolling checkpoint.” she informed me. “Looked more like a refugee camp!” “Yes, you are right, but sort of! The patrolling team found a rogue werewolf, and they were brought here first!” “What is a rogue werewolf?” I scrunch my brows. “A werewolf without any identity or abandoned by a pack who is roaming on other pack’s territory. They could be harmless and dangerous.” “Sounds interesting! But dangerous?” “Those who were abandoned by packs or exiled from their packs become ruthless and dangerous as they hunt other werewolves. They were arrested by the othe

How on earth did he do it? In the end, Zayne sighed. The brain of a genius was indeed not something comprehensible. Jay said, “What’s suspicious?” Jenson replied, “The phone numbers and addresses of these six people have changed. Moreover, these six are not native to S Country. They had a transfer flight in S Country three years ago and went to six different countries respectively. However, I checked those six countries and there’s no information about them. In my opinion, they’re probably fugitives.”

Sage questioned, taking a seat with their twin. I sighed while opening the document. “Let’s see. Dane Jordan Blackburn, age forty-six, was born and raised a rogue. He was in and out of foster homes after his mother was killed. All the human social services documentation indicates aggressive nature and inability to focus, labeled a runaway. Fairy standard background for a rogue.” I shrugged. “What’s a rogue? And what do you mean by standard?” River questioned. “I knew he was an orphan and lived in foster care as a kid.” Erin frowned.

-Love always, Momma, Scarlett The tears fall freely down my face. This was the very last entry of the journal. I know that Luka was born February 21st. We celebrated his 17th birthday this year together. “Oh, what a fool!” I screamed out. I was sobbing now. For not only Scarlett and myself, but for the sweet baby that was growing inside of me. I know that as soon as this baby is born, Carlos will rip them away. Over my dead body he will get away with what he has done. This journal is not done yet, Ameila’s story will not end here. I pull out a pen and begin to write on the next empty page. In the unlikely chance I get out of here. This will help me nail that asshat to the wall. Or in the mo

"Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs." "Well, they're all the same to me," Hunt stood up and pulled his hand away. "I don't believe that you think that." "How do you know what I think?" He asked curtly. "You can either stay here or go back. I really don't care what you do. Even if attempt to risk yourself for that thing inside of you, you wouldn't survive because you're a half-breed." "Hunt." I felt the tears blurring my vision. Was that all I was to him? A half-breed and our child was just a dangerous thing that neede

I make a run for it as quietly as I can, and just before she opens the front door, I shut the bathroom door behind me. Straining to hear the conversation, I notice one thing. Someone says, “Ma’am, we are looking for your nephew Jason Hathaway. If you have seen him or have any information on him, you need to tell us right away. Anyone who is willingly harboring a fugitive can be thrown in jail and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Do you understand?” “Yes, officer I do. Do you mind, I must go because I was just about to put my child to bed for the night.”

’ He left the room. Mr Vishal closed his eyes and leaned back on his arm-chair. He had no doubts about his son’s abilities, but he was afraid of his ambition. He decided to transfer the money. A month later, a local bus came to a screeching halt at the Solan Bus Depot. An emaciated figure got down. He was wearing an old set of clothes, his face was hard and dry, he had a thick stubble, but the eyes glowed with an odd sparkle. The tailpipe of the bus choked out a thick cloud of black smoke while the figure walked out of the bus station clumsily with a dirty bag on his shoulders.

“You made me miss you, you fraud!” Faye gasped when the man grabbed her shoulder and draw her closer to him, digging the gun on her temple. She clutched the end of of shirt, trying to conceal her screams. “What do you want, Connor?!” Lucas yelled, his stance alert and waiting for the opportunity to grab Faye out of his hands. He glared at the man, he remember him as one of his clients who approached him and wished for a normal life after he mercilessly massacred his family and burned them to death. He was a fugitive, a highly wanted criminal and all of the police departments have been searching for him.

In a cell? “You ran away from home, didn't you?” “It wasn't my house; I just lived there,” answered, looking down at his soup. He didn't have a house like Chrystal Daly, he never did. The redhead could not continue with her interrogation, she did not find it prudent to continue asking him questions that were probably more delicate. She deduced that the place where the chestnut escaped from was responsible for all those bumps and cuts. >>Please, help me<<