روايات وقصص ضمن Kite Runner

Sloane I don’t know where I am running to, but all I know is that I have to leave. I can’t continue with this anymore. He yelled at me because of her. He humiliated me and stripped me of every ounce of love I had left, until all that remained was anger and hatred. I walk to a nearby beach and sit. I let the waves hit my leg, and the ocean breeze kiss my skin. There is peace on the horizon, yet an eerie ache lingers, as if the sea knows how love can both heal and annihilate.

Out of hell. Relief flooded every part of me. A rebirth. Tears rolled down my face. Five years of marriage. Five years of silence and submission, of playing servant to people who never saw me as one of their own. And now, I was finally out. There is no honor in suffering for a man, no glory in swallowing pain just to keep a marriage intact. There were no taxis in the villa district. I dragged my suitcase for what felt like miles down the long road. Eventually, a car came toward me. I raised my hand.

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.

We continued to move, slower now, but I refused to let Evan catch up. As we ran on the labyrinthine paths, my mind raced with memories of Ryan—the real Ryan. His steady presence, his unwavering support, the way he looked at me with unwavering love. It was those memories that now became my beacon of hope, guiding me through the darkness and fear that threatened to consume me.

The incessant sounds of hoof beats in the distance made Mary’s heart skip a bit,as she looked about her in dejection, the path was foreign to her, all she could see was grassland miles ahead, she dragged her delicate body along the path and into the open but the biting pain made her scream out forgetting her pursuers

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.

I mustn’t let them hear me. My hands are tied hard and my mouth are taped. I kept running, the dark is blinding but I have to get away. I can’t see light ahead of the darkness . I ran and tumbled hitting branches falling into hard objects I rolled and tried to get up every time. And then I heard their voices, laughter. These hunters are enjoying themselves. It brought ecstasy to them the thought of cornered prey. Blood and sweat mix in my face but that was the least of my worries

When it seems the kids have finally ran out of their energy from their sugar rush and settled on lying down on the bean bags scattered around the area, I see Zane coming over to me. His face is tinted red and he has beads of sweats all over, but still, he looks as handsome as day one and no matter what, my heart skips a beat at the sight of him. “Goddess, for somebody who’s been trained to fight for hours, I can’t believe running after kids has gotten me more tired.” He confessed breathlessly. “Lay down next to your sweetheart and recharge, Mr. Frost.” Keira teased before standing up from her seat and patting the now empty spot next to me.

"It's you being brave!" My chest tightened. "It's beautiful, sweetheart." "Uncle Jack says you're the bravest rider he knows. He says you can outrun anything." If only that were true. Later that evening, after Eli had fallen asleep curled between Sable and Big Mike during movie night, I finally made it to my room to check the package Tommy had mentioned. It was small, unmarked, with no return address. Inside was a burner phone and a single message: "They're moving north. Time to run again. - A friend."