I'll Run Away With You Novels & Stories

he asked his eyes beaming with interest. I nodded slowly my mind already made up, taking his hands into mine again I reaffirmed. "Yes, Jamison." He stared into my eyes. "What is it?" I took a deep breath. My voice trembled, but I didn't let go. "Let's run away." I dropped immediately.

I want to wear his initial On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say, I I recall late November Holdin' my breath, slowly I said "You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?" Yes (would you run away?) Extra points if you can figure out why I chose this bridge particularly ;)

I heard Cameron, but I couldn't stop. I run away.

“That’s because you don’t know me well.” “How could I, when you pretended to be something else?” “And when it was time to know the real me, you eloped. Just like that? Coward. You have a habit of running away from situations. But this time, if you run, I swear, you’ll regret it forever. You’re so quick to judge others without a second thought, clinging to your prejudices, but when it’s time to really face the truth, you vanish into thin air. Not this time. I won’t let you leave.”

I smiled bitterly and said softly, "I understand." There would be no next time. In two days, I would take our child and fly to another country. I tried to use coldness to drive Vincent away, but not only did he not leave, he even sat beside me and brought a spoonful of soup to my lips. Before it reached my mouth, the bowl crashed onto the bed. The scalding liquid instantly covered my skin with blisters. At the doorway, Madison had collapsed to the floor. She looked at him, her whole body shaking with sobs.

"It was a kiss asking you to take a chance on me, on us. It was a kiss asking you to stay by my side. It was a kiss telling you that I’m here, for you. It was a kiss telling you that you got me." Reece trailed his knuckles down her cheek, oh-so-gently. "I belong to you, Amara… I belong to you body and soul. All you have to do is say yes, precious…" he murmured. “Just say yes…”

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

"Eleanor, Hannah's already been hurt. You've gone too far. You can finish your little performance by yourself." He gently lifted Hannah into his arms and turned to leave. "No, Brandon. Please don't leave. Don't leave me here!" His footsteps paused for only a second, but he kept walking anyway. The kidnapper in front of me grinned lewdly as he approached. "She made good on her word. I get paid for helping her, and I end up with a gorgeous girl like you." My heart went cold. I stared in the direction Brandon had disappeared. In that moment, I finally steeled my heart and made my decision.

"Tell me, if I were to jump off the roof, would my body look ugly when it hits the ground? But you always said… you don’t like ugly women…" The wind howled through the phone. Shawn hesitated. At that moment, I shook off his hand, got into a taxi, and never looked back. Shawn froze for a split second. Then, as if possessed, he sprinted toward the car.

“See? I knew you had sass somewhere in there.” They packed light—phones, lip balm, house keys, and a bottle of red wine as their entry ticket. Christine grabbed her jacket while Ava slipped on her flats. As they stepped out into the evening air, Christine bumped her gently. “Tonight’s going to be good, Ava. You don’t have to dance. You don’t have to talk too much. Just... be.” Ava nodded, a little warmth blooming in her chest. Maybe she did need this. A soft night with old friends. Familiar faces. Laughter without pressure.