Lovely Runner Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"We need to practice. I need my space, and you need to run. I can see your wolf fighting to come out. You're miserable." "I'm fine Penny. Really." He knew it was a lie, and so did she. He sighed. "I will be." A compromise to Lochlan's need to run was for her to go with him. Her running to match his pace was out of the question, so he carried her. Penny clung to his back for dear life, as he ran at speeds no human could achieve. The trees were a blur as she swished past; the wind doing its best to peel the skin from her face. They spent most of the trip with her face buried in his back, his fur getting into her mouth. When he stopped, her world took a few seconds to catch up. She hadn't been

A deadly difference. When Ava started running, he followed, knocking her pursuers out of the way. He didn’t stop when they screamed and didn’t care if they got hurt as he kept his sights on Ava ahead of the crowd. He could see how fast she was going, which was much faster than any human he had ever seen. Either the coach’s training had worked, or his mate still had a lot of secrets she needed to tell him. And her scent... He took a deep breath and let it fill him. Was it stronger? Something had changed.

"What are you doing?" Anticipation and a touch of fear enters her eyes as I continue undressing. Beast has me breathing deeply and scenting the air before I think to stop him. It's there... her desire. And we're not ready to take that step. I give her a look filled with frustration hoping she doesn't see the animal lurking within. "You need to run." It's only a half lie. My beast needs to run and get Marinah out of his head. Or groin, actually. "I'm shifting so we can run along the ocean and you can learn what it feels like." "Running as in jogging?" she asks skeptically.

I told Theo as I pulled my shirt on. “Zen’s happy about that. He put a lot of consideration into it. He knew she loved to run, so he wanted her to have the best private running zone he could find.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled into his sexy emerald orbs. He had the prettiest eyes I had ever seen, and that was not the mate-bond talking either. There was a poll conducted and all to see who had the best eyes in the pack. He won hands down.

Despite the training’s intent, I found myself enjoying the freedom—the unbridled joy of running, of feeling alive. When we finally stopped, panting and exhilarated, Ryker shifted back, his human form glowing with the exertion of the chase. His bare chest rose and fell, and his lips curved into a smile that made my heart race faster than the run had. Without a word, he leaned down and kissed me, soft and lingering, as though savoring the moment. It was then that the memory struck me—the question he had asked days ago about the mating ceremony. My heart clenched, guilt mingling with confusion. Why hadn’t he brought it up again?

That alone is enough to shut my brain down. “Why do you love to get punished by me?” He sniffs my hair before he releases an unsettling exhalation. My eyes are blocked with tears, blurring my vision. “I’m sorry.” “You know what’s about to happen, except it’s going to worsen.” He picks me up and starts running. The race is inhuman, dashing through the air like there’s no gravity, nor is there a force of repulsion. The air keeps hitting me on the face, turning my warm tears into icy ones.

“Neither one nor the other. He knows how I feel, I think. A run on the beach, just like any other friend. He knows I'm on my way to Barcelona.” “He likes you very much by the way. But love doesn't choose, does it?” I nod in agreement. * I'm sweaty from running. The cold bottle of water in my hands doesn't help my thirst at all. “I think I'm ready to run the lap race,” I say, smiling breathlessly, sitting on one of the benches in the shade by the sea. I look at Jonathan shirtless. I have never noticed that his caramel-coloured body could be so healing. “Quit being soft,” he teases, sipping gratefully from his own bottle. “I laugh at your debauchery. I'm just kidding. I think we should walk ba

So where were these thoughts coming from? Alex and the Runners, accompanied by Rowan, finished rallying and headed swiftly into the woods. Matheus watched until they disappeared from sight. Rowan was a tough fighter, she proved that many times. She was not a child anymore. She was growing into a strong, compassionate, and beautiful young woman, and as Matheus continued to see her alongside the Outsider, he was ashamed to admit that he was beginning to feel a shred of jealousy.

he paused momentarily,"that she loves me and she'll make me realize I love her too. That's one thing I love about her, she's never a runner. She sees me with a woman, she claims me as hers. I push her away but she keeps coming back every single time that it drives me nuts! Now the difference between you and her, Mikaella is that you give up easy. You've been a runner all your life. Running away not to get hurt, running away to escape the pain. Yeah I noticed, you wanna run don't you? Leave my brother and what? You think the pain will go away? Don't be such a baby, Mikaella. Seth doesn't deserve it. So what? You saw Roman with Joana"

"I'll race you. You know we run, and the first to reach there is the winner and the last becomes his or her loyal servant." "No...no I'm definitely the loyal servant." She laughed watching his crouch like a splinter, waiting for her to start. "Well don't conclude unless you try." "No-no I can't run." She confirmed. "Now!" He screamed and began the race. Disappointment was the last thing she would punish her newly found friend with. She was now breathing heavily by the time they had gotten to the large warehouse. And could only nod when he offered to relieve her of her jacket. "My goodness, you are fast!" She muttered.