Hassan Kite Runner Novels & Stories

I’m still staring at her when I see a tornado starting to form around her, which causes me to panic until I realize she is the one creating the tornado. “Catch me if you can fellas” she says before the tornado starts to carry her away. That’s when I finally kick him into gear and start chasing her. Me and Saint are running neck and neck at our top speed and she is still at least half a mile away from us on her little tornado. Finally, I see her starting to lower herself to the ground, which makes me pick up speed. Me and Saint get there first followed by Zion. It takes our warriors a couple minutes before they catch up to us as well and we all circle my mate.

We stood on the ridge and watched the sunset happen. Below, Hassan had returned to the camp. The lanterns were brighter now against the deepening sky. The smell of the coffee was stronger. “The camel,” Julian said. I turned. Hassan was leading a camel up the far side of the dune toward us — a large, extraordinarily unimpressed animal that moved with the specific gait of something that had decided long ago that the opinions of humans were largely irrelevant. I looked at Julian. “No,” I said. “Yes,” he said.

Arif ranted, “its just the cost would be my death!” “Arif, you are overreacting,” Simran mumbled. “And you are underreacting!” He scowled. “Please, Help me. Hassan is a very good man. He is straightforward and honest which should be the must in Aliyah’s man and he have it!” Simran was getting desperate with her words. “The guilt is killing me, Arif. I cannot breath in peace without securing Aliyah’s future. And you know Hassan too, don’t you?”

“You have horses?” He looked almost sheepish. “I used to ride. Before…” Before life hardened him. The man he had been before. Whatever it was in my chest, it tightened. “You don’t ride anymore?” I asked softly. Xander breathed, a faraway look in his eyes. “It’s been years.” I looked at his face, the tiny clench of his jaw. There was something fragile about this moment, something uncommon. He had lost much, and a part of him still longed for it.

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

”Fuck, I’m going to need a big ass meal and a liter of coffee after all this shit. Ah, you and me, both. — The perimeters were all secured. The Runners have checked the area and nobody was there, as expected. The only one we thought would be here would be Leia’s father, or technically speaking, was her father. I believe Leia has long disowned him the way he disowned her when he sold his own daughter to my Pack, but then again, his decision proved to be something that altered the course of my life, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nevertheless, the one she was aimlessly begging for his life, picked up a canvas and hit her on the head, faith falls to the ground unconscious, I bend down to check if she was still alive, Hassan used that has an opportunity to run away, I couldn't just let him leave without getting caught and so I had to make the tough decisions by running after him. "Hold on!!". I yelled as we ran through the empty streets, there was no one aside from us.. Hassan , however refused as he continued running, we came to the main road and just as he was about to cross over to the other Street, a car came out of nowhere and knocked him down.

He just stood there, observing the fractured pieces of my composure with a strange, heavy quietness. “This isn't Damien’s script, Katniss,” Hassan said quietly, his deep voice carrying a strange, grounded weight that momentarily silenced the chaotic screaming in my head. “It’s ours. And unlike your ex, I don't write lies that lead to a slaughter. We build a story that makes them back the fuck off.”

behind my back. Here, I was just Wenna Wade. Quiet girl, back home after her parents died too young. And I was happy. The kind of happy that felt solid. So when Hugh dragged his sorry self up to the gate, all tired eyes and lost-boy drama, the peace cracked. My smile dropped. He looked rough. Thinner. Stubble shading his jaw. Wrinkled designer suit, mud-stained shoes like he'd crawled halfway here. He just stood there, chest rising and falling, staring at me. Relief, guilt, disbelief—it all hit at once, hard and messy.