Galantis I Wanna Run Away Novels & Stories

In my very presence, Gael instantly stood up from the ground, turned around and walked away from me. What is he doing? Why was he running away like he was being chased ? “Gael? Where are you going? Stop right there!” He refused to stop, but rather picked up speed to run away from me. Was he being serious right? If only he had an idea that he couldn't actually run away from me.

“Run to daddy, grandma, or grandpa. Don’t stop. Run and get away before you are hurt.” His voice waivers. “But…” “No, buts. Run.” I push him away from me. He hesitates for a moment with tears brimming in his eyes. I shake my head. “Run.” A shriek from behind me rings out. “IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU CAN RUN BUT I’LL FIND YOU! YOU WILL NEVER BE SAFE!!” I motion my head for Casper to run. He pauses for a moment before turning and running away.

He quickly grabbed Oscar's nose, twisting it violently, and made a run for the door. Lyra, still cradling Harrison's head, looked up at Oscar, her eyes filled with tears. "Why...why did you let him go? Find him and shoot him." Oscar winced, his eyes watering as he rubbed his sore nose. He glared at the door Ethan had escaped through, his mind racing. "After him!" Oscar barked at the injured security guards. "Don't let him get away!" The guards nodded, despite their obvious pain and weakness. They knew they wouldn't catch Ethan, but they had to try.

Their onyx colour is a darker sync to the deep ash color of the high, barbed wired four walls guarding the base perimeter. As I approach the gates, I lower my car window and poke out my head just in time to hear a familiar baritone voice ringing out from the left watchtower stationed on the left high side of the gates. That's fucking Jasper. I can recognize his aquaman voice anywhere. “Cara!” He looks down at me with a smile. I give him a bright one in return. “Open the damn gates Jasper.” “Easy princess.” He drawls out with a smirk, and disappears back into the watchtower.

“I wish I could run away, Cara.” She regretted those words as soon as they were out of her lips. Hana wasn’t cut out for the real world. Her father might be a monster but was financially responsible. They never lacked. The first and last time she tried to run away, she had experienced an abandonment, a complete lack of wants. She couldn’t do that without a plan. A plan that involved getting her sister and mother out of this hellhole disguised as home. “You can,” Cara said. Her sister knelt by the tub with the tips of her golden hair sinking into the water. Cara looked more like their mum. But one thing the kids shared with their father was his big nose. “We can, Hana. We will go somewhere.”

“Thank you, but I don’t want to.” He gave me a surprised look. Perhaps he had not been expecting me to say no. “I know my own limits and standards. I’m not worthy of having an art gallery of my own.” I met his gaze squarely, and he blushed. “You always surprise me. Honestly, this is what I like about you.” “I have no intention to get married again. Would an eagle who escaped from its cage go back?” I did not like flirting, so I had to make myself clear. He laughed and looked at me. “I get it. You’re a woman who’s like an eagle. Haha!”

The bartender sighed in defeat as he popped another bottle of whiskey, watching it gurgle as it filled to the brim in his glass, before sliding it back to Marco with a mix of resignation and warning. “Do whatever you want. It's your fucking life. Just make sure you clean up the mess you're making.” Marco smirked before downing the drink at a go. The pounding bass of the club's music vibrated through his bones, reflecting the pulsating energy that radiated from within. After a while, Marco staggered as he got on his feet, feeling the urge to pee. He slid his fingers into his hair and exhaled deeply, his vision blurring as the entire place spun around him like a whirlwind.

Victory is within reach and soon I will be taking my father’s precious Beta position away from him and there is nothing he can do about it. [Grace we are so close!] Amelia calls out through our link, yapping happily. I can see the veil of magic shimmering, the Moon Goddess letting this be her way of showing us out of the cage they call The Run. I howl excitedly, my companions doing the same as we announce our victory in completing the Run without being claimed or claiming another.

Keeping her senses alert, she looked around for any sign of a wolf, and when she saw none, she decided to take the next big run. The distance between where she stood and the place she needed to run to, was a few miles away, and to get there, she had to be fast. Two minutes max, and the guard on the night shift would be replaced. Irish ran as fast as her legs could carry her as her wavy hair swept back in the direction of the wind. Her heartbeat increased as she ran with legs that almost touched the back of her head but she was past caring. On getting there, there was only one more leap left for her, and she would escape the mansion.

They stayed in complete silence, but Amara decided her questions were far more important than her life. "But can I ask what happened?" Brought her face down, shutting her eyes, and wondering if to say it or not, she decided to say, "He tortured me with it; he made it throb so much, I cried." Amara frowned, coming a little closer, "But the playlist had just one... " "He played another!" Gia snapped. "Which?" "I'm an Albatraoz." "Oh God," was Amara's response before she began to giggle, "oh my fucking God, that was hot."