روايات وقصص ضمن Kite Runner

Looking at the elegantly dressed woman in revealing clothes before me, I felt dazed. After several years, Lindsey was still stunning, but... I stared at her in the backseat, lost in thought. Was she really my "delivery" today? "Drive. What are you staring at?" Lindsey frowned, her voice ice-cold. That snapped me back to reality. I looked away and started the car. Though I appeared calm on the surface, my mind was in turmoil. I'd started this courier business three months ago. Instead of packages, I delivered beautiful women - or maybe they were packages, in a way. Living, breathing, beautiful packages.

I would have to make sure to say far away from them, seeing how I did not know what they did. Mr. Griffen stood in front of us as we stood at the starting line. With a cocky smirk on his face. He looked right at me as he spoke to the group of "newbies," as he called us. I smiled right back at him. "All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the o

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

The crowd roared like a beast hungry for blood. The underground boxing ring was dimly lit, the stench of sweat, beer, and raw adrenaline thick in the air. The arena was hidden beneath an old warehouse in the Bronx, where only the elite, the reckless, and the rich had access. This wasn't the polished, sanctioned world of professional boxing this was primal. No rules, no mercy, just pure combat. And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn.

I looked down and was relieved to see that I was in the same clothes that we went to the field in with no injuries. I was confused. If I didn't know any better, I could swear that I was in a pack house. I took a deep breath and smelled the mingling of many wolves and humans from the rest of the house. How would Jake find himself in charge of a pack house, not to mention a whole pack? I quietly got up and peeked out of the large window. I saw that I was on the third floor and my window looked out onto what could only be the pack training grounds. I watched as huge groups of pack warriors trained along side of human hunters. What the hell?

Autumn’s Pov I woke up with a bad feeling. My stomach hurt like hell. Then I looked around. It's a pack's hospital. The only room I never want to visit at home. The pain started to go but I know that I have a hole in my chest. I remembered I clawed it but I thanked the goddess that I still can be alive. I wish whatever the moon's daughter said will be true. I want a happy life, and I also want to help Ethan. However long it will take.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

Irish began to run, each strike of her foot against the earth, reminding her that she had to escape or face her cruel moment of death at the hands of her mate. After a while of wildly running in no particular direction of the thick forest. Irish rested her back against a tree, her breaths coming out in heavy gasps, her body, moving in synchronous movements, with her barely supporting her body by holding her knees. Her stomach rumbled and she could feel the baby kicking in her womb. Instinctively, Irish lowered her hands to her stomach, caressing it. "Hang in there little one. Just a little bit more. I'm gonna raise you all alone. We'll make him understand you grew up without his help."

“It was awful.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” Alpha Zane said solemnly. Having found his mate had already made him a new man, or he had been this man all along, hidden under the layers of bruteness. “A couple of my men were nearby and were unfortunately too late to give any assistance. I heard they didn’t even give the fallen the rites of passage.” “As we escaped, I only glanced back once.” Rune voice quivered for a faint second. “To my parents.” She bit her lip to push back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat. Having received freedom, the dog spun on the spot and moved away from his liberator. “Well, now you’re free,” Anika said, watching the dog move away, “and it’s time for me to go home.” Pleased with her action, she waved goodbye to the departing dog and returned to the path, hurrying home. My soul felt somehow light and joyful from the good deed done. Today's attempt to shorten the path was not in vain, bringing salvation to a living creature. And everything would have ended with pleasant memories and sensations, if a few minutes later she had not noticed that the rescued dog was following her.