I'll Run Away With You Novels & Stories

“…there.” Narrowing her eyes, Charlize let out a giggle when she saw what I was talking about. She ran as I called to remind her to be careful, and that she might slip. But my daughter wasn’t keen on listening anymore as she continued running toward Roland, who ran to the open space of the barricades separating the exit area, his arms wide open to catch Charlize. “You’re here!” She beamed. “I promised to see you when you get here, right?”

“You did me no wrong. You adored me. But your little girl… she’s no longer a girl anymore. She’s stained now. Wolf-less. Forgotten. I’m no longer your perfect child. The star has left my eyes. The moon has forgotten me.” Silence. Birdsong, faint. Distant. “I came to say goodbye. A welfare. A farewell.” I swallowed. “I’m going to run, Grandma. Run until my legs can’t carry me anymore. I want to leave this place. This pack. Everyone who’s ever known me. I want the sun to touch me in a place where I have no name—then maybe it’ll tell the moon about me.” “I want to run away.” A voice broke behind me. “Did I just hear you say you want to run away?”

A beacon of escape amidst the chaos that surrounded me. Drained yet determined, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I considered the possibility of running, of breaking free from this nightmarish dilemma. Maybe-just maybe-if I could reach that door in time and disappear into the shadows, they wouldn't find me. It was a slim chance, but in that moment, it was the only hope I had. With each passing second, the urgency grew stronger. Maybe if I…If I run, they wouldn’t find me…escape—there was a escape.

I will escape. But my time is running out.

,his eyes take in mine and he looks ready to cry. "I was hungry so I ran away. Malcolm don't feed us and I ran because mommy never came back with food. Malcolm said she die and we would too",I take in a deep breath while my dad steps away and I know it is to look for more kids and prepare to attack. I just hope Luke isn't setting us all up to die.

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

“What do you mean he’s alive? Of course he’s alive. They were attacked by robbers, but otherwise, he’s completely fine. Fuck.” Calvin massaged his forehead with two fingers. His friend was distraught. “What?” “It’s almost time for the board to make a decision, and I’m still single as fuck, Cal.” “Just tell them who you love.” “No.” The line was quiet, and then Charles asked, “Are you sure you don’t know where she is? First, she calls off the wedding. Now, she runs away? Calvin?” “I told you already, no!” “Okay. Anyway, we will be in touch.” “Yeah. Charles? We need to talk.”

Then he extended his hand in front of me, which I looked at in amazement. "Come with me." My surprise disappeared like a bubble because of what he said. And my body seemed to have a mind of its own because it automatically reached for his outstretched hand. "Let's run away," he said. And without any second thoughts, I nodded. LIKE what he had said, running away from your problems is not that bad. It is a way of escaping from this cruel reality... And escaping means freedom. And there's nothing wrong in chasing your freedom.