Kite Runner Novels & Stories

The headmaid's footsteps echoed through the hallway as she approached Harrison. Her voice trembled. "Your son...Kai." Harrison's eyes locked onto hers, anticipation building. "M-mine?" The Head Maid's hands clasped together. "I saved him, sir. Lyra's baby. I couldn't...save her, and it feels like she's mad at me." Tears welled up in Harrison's eyes, streaming down his face. Joy and relief washed over him. "Thank you," he whispered, voice cracking. "That's...awesome." The pitch in his voice increased. "Can I please see my Kai?"

Hana was seated on the swing attached to the treehouse when she saw KJ walk to the interconnected mini basketball field with a ball. He bounced it on the floor, unaware of the person watching him. She wasn’t sure if to leave or stay. There was a ladder in case she wanted to climb up to the treehouse.

From his godly face and all the way down to his expensive shoes, this male looked like the epitome of perfection. Tall, with a lean body that only enhanced the stylishness of that neatly pressed white shirt over his well-defined torso, light grey vest and matching dress pants, mixing so well though with that boyish vibe as a few of his combed jet black strands constantly fell over his forehead, making those dark brown piercing eyes of his appear even darker and his cleanly shaved face all the more young. "M-master Nicholas," The maid shockingly sputtered, the girl immediately choking on a piece of bread at the hearing of her words, violently coughing as she struggled to regain her breath.

So I chose to play the role of the unwanted girl from the countryside. Back then, without hesitation, I had secretly sold the downtown apartment. With the proceeds, I paid off the debts his father had left behind, giving him peace of mind to focus on his career. The rest of the money went toward covering his business losses and providing countless chances for trial and error. And finally, he made it. I had stood by him through it all—from a rented apartment to a home of our own. I had given up my youth willingly. But now I realize that self-delusion really is an illness.

Her veil ripped away, flapping behind her like a ghost trying to flee from her head. She didn't care. Her lungs burned. Her legs quivered. Her mind was racing faster than her body. She didn't stop running until she dodged into an alleyway between two old buildings-cracked bricks, graffiti, and a broken lamp flickering like a dying heartbeat. Her breaths came in painful pulls. What have I done? She sank against the wall, grasping at her head. She had left everything behind: her home, her job, her family, her whole identity.

Pain shoots through my knees. But I get up. And I run again. “RAFE!” I scream, voice breaking — but thunder swallows the sound whole. He doesn’t hear me. Neither does Dorian. They are so close now. Too close. The two storms are about to collide. And if I don’t reach them— Something unforgivable will happen. So I run harder. Heart pounding. Legs burning. Throat raw. Running straight toward the moment that will destroy everything. I sprinted toward the center of the battlefield, praying to every god, every moon, every force in existence—

I feel my existence means nothing in my Pack. My brother trying to remain optimistic that things will change back to normal. The pack treats us lower than the omegas of the pack since our parents died in the war. Oh how I miss them. The day will come I will run. I will run as fast as my legs can take me. I am just waiting to turn sixteen. Then I will receive my wolf. My brother is supposedly be Alpha but the Beta took over the Pack stating my brother being Eighteen and just received his wolf is too young to run it.

“It’s nothing Mark, I’m just thankful for everything you’ve done for me. Are you sure you want to leave with me? I’ll figure it out on my own, you’ve already done enough for me as it is.” “I’ve never been more sure about anything Sloane. The driver will drop us off at the airport, we need to get ready. Sloane, you’ll finally be free. Australia is waiting.” He squeezes my hand gently, as he drops the papers in my hand. I caress it softly. I am really doing this. My new beginning is waiting for me. ~~

I was furious but stuck in a silent torment. I watched them act all lovey-dovey until I was given a second life. And this time, I finally understood—there was nothing more important than becoming the best version of myself and repaying the country.

*Aria’s POV* The peace was a lie. I knew it the moment I walked into the warehouse district. We had spent weeks in the penthouse, wrapped in the warmth of recovery and the excitement of the new house, but the city hadn't stopped bleeding. While I was choosing tile samples and watching Adrian play with robots, the vultures were circling. Rylan pulled the SUV to a stop in front of the loading dock. It was a desolate stretch of the Bronx waterfront, smelling of brine and diesel.