Fugitive Novels & Stories

A faint pang of regret lingered, why hadn't I done this sooner? I'd discarded my old SIM, bought a new one under a false name, and kept contact only with Bella. "Claire... you have no idea. Aaron's gone mad trying to find you," she said cautiously. "Some of his Capos got replaced for failing him... and Vivian? She's been sent abroad." "His temper's dangerous these days. Nobody dares slip up." I let a faint, almost imperceptible smile ghost across my face. "He's holding on to a love that exists only in his mind. The moment he sees it for what it really is, I'll no longer matter to him."

He kicked it open, the banging lost in the cacophony of sirens, and descended into the cold Geneva night. He was finally free. But now he was a fugitive. A bull's-eye painted on him. Every camera, every cop, every cell phone-toting citizen was a potential informant. He had to vanish. He swiped a bike off a wall, a ridiculous but sneaky mode of transport, and cycled out of the city centre, into suburbia. He strolled through a deserted industrial estate, and there he found what he was looking for: a freight yard. He watched the schedules, the comings and goings of the massive container lorries. He selected one with UK number plates, its trailer sealed for cross-

She heard the sounds of pursuit getting louder and continued plunging blindly into thick underbrush that grabbed at her, poking thorny fingers everywhere, and making fresh blood run. She ran like her life depended on it - which it did, dodging little rocks in her way, and leaping over low branches that threatened to trip her. She was fast, but no match for the pursuers, who were slow, were at least healthy, and she knew that. She had to leave the packed land, and fast. They wouldn't dare follow her uninvited to another pack lands and risk getting caught. It meant she was going rogue, but she couldn't care less, as anything was better than waiting for your death painfully.

Logan was not going to let me do this alone. “Okay. Come. But we have to go NOW Logan. Adonis, Jay, stay with the kids. Tell them…” “We’ve got you covered,” Adonis said. “Jesus, this is a scene out of a movie.” Except that it wasn’t a movie. It was real life. My fiancé was a fugitive. And I was on my way to find him. Which made me a fugitive too.

I wanted to strangle her, but Bonfim signaled for me to calm down. "Anna, where is your father?" Bonfim asked. "My daddy must be hiring the best lawyer in the world to get me out of here. Soon he'll arrive and will wipe the floor with you for treating me like this." She answered and showed us her handcuffed wrists. "I think you're mistaken. Your father is a fugitive," Bonfim said. "A fugitive from whom? You're crazy!" She replied with a short laugh. "He is a fugitive for various crimes, among them the kidnapping of Miss Vergara, who has already been found, of course. But your father and mother fle

I questioned. “That is another mystery. Security footage was rigged and even until now, the footage still shows that he’s in his cell. Our men are trying to fix the issue, but all attempts to recover the footage have been futile. We have a fugitive on the loose, and he’s covering his tracks very well.” Fred explained and I found myself sighing. This was definitely the worst day of my life. I pondered for a while and began to weight the pros and cons. The person who had just broken out of his cell was extremely dangerous, and while he might be after my life, it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t use all he could against me, including people I held dear.

My heart clenched with sympathy seeing their barely treated injuries. They looked road-weary as if they had been walking for years just to arrive here. I shook my head. These weren’t rogues. They were refugees. I opened the file, scanned the collected documentation, and realized the problem. The legal definition of rogue had been expanded recently to encapsulate anyone whose citizen profile had no pack registration. If they were exiled, they wouldn't be able to move their profile to another pack. It was a dastardly loophole made to punish the victims even more. It felt more cruel than any rogue.

Nick rapidly flipped and punched the speed bag. His brown hair, angled face, and bulky ripped, muscled chest were soaked in sweat. They found the fugitive with the ten thousand dollar bounty on his head. He was about to flee Phoenix for the Mexican border. He actually shot at them. Nick returned fire. He had clipped the fugitive in his arm. When he dropped the gun, Walker was on the fugitive like white on rice. They had collected the bounty and returned to town.

When I was about to close the door, he said, "Let me in." "Didn't you leave earlier?" He walked in and said, "It's not safe to leave you alone. I'll stay here for the night." "Can I ask you something?" "Yeah, go on." "You're a part of the phantom gang. You're the next in line leader's position for the phantom. Have a rival against the Pandora gang. You do drug business. You're kidnapping and murdering people. Which is illegal and a biggest crime. I bet many cops will be looking for you. Aren't you afraid of getting caught by them?"

I need to get away from here. ‘We don’t know anywhere in this kingdom. It’s so big, and we’ve been running without seeing its borders. I don’t want them to think of us as rogues.’ ‘A rogue?’ I asked. ‘What’s that?’ ‘A rogue is a wolf without a pack, and they are killed on the spot.’ ‘What! Really!’ ‘Yes. Since you know this, we should go back.’ I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I wanted to escape from him. Why was everything working against me? Why was the moon goddess so wicked to me?