Novel & Cerita Lovely Runner Fanfiction

And so he watched as she put the red shoes into the case, and the underwear he had peeled off last night, and selected fresh for today. Her robe was clinging and her nipples were thick, and Lovely, as she went and unplugged her phone, did not understand how she could both hate and want. ‘Can we talk?’ Raul said. ‘And say what?’ Lovely asked, and there was strain to her voice. ‘I don’t want you to leave yet.’ A few moments ago she would have knelt at his feet for those words, now she turned angrily. ‘Oh, sorry—were you hoping for a morning shag because you bought me a statue?’

She could not resist touching him. Elora's wolf stood tall and proud, a creature of power and beauty, and Lyon’s heart swelled with pride as he looked at her. This was the woman he was fated to be with. And without another word they began to run. Their paws were hitting the ground almost in perfect movement as if they had practiced it, even the forest seemed to come alive for them as they ran.

"I usually go for a run around campus. I run the ward route as to keep myself out of the watchful eye of the greater population. They don't always take to kindly to Lycanthrope roaming around campus. Plus, it gives me something to focus on while running." "Lead the way." I said. I started after her when she turned. Her gait was shorter than mine, but her pace was faster than mine. Her movements were graceful but still held all of her power. She ran a little in front of me, her tail swaying gently back and forth. "Stop staring at my ass, Belikov." "Sorry." Embarrassment flooded through me as I averted my eyes, but I couldn't help but sneak a peek every once in a while.

Inside excellence doesn't make any difference when you have eyes like emeralds and lips like delicious cherries. "Obviously," he offers me this heart-softening grin and offers his arm. With a heart-pounding whimsically in my chest, I take it. I start the run, a sluggish run that doesn't tire me any longer, and Liam effectively matches my speed. He giggles, unadulterated euphoria reverberated in his eyes. "Why the run?" he questions. "Since we need to get to school before we're late," I giggle back, trusting that he will not find my genuinely pained attitude. He has an adequate number of stresses of his own.

She is more wounded than she pretends to be. “She hasn’t been up for a run,” I mutter. “She will run with Hector,” Damon says smugly. “They have always gotten along.” He leaves no room for debate. He is already stripping off his clothes. I should look away, but I don’t. My eyes linger on his chiseled chest. He is in better shape than Victor, though I would never admit it out loud. A familiar warmth spreads through my body. My fingers tingle with the urge to touch him. I shake the feelings away and avert my eyes.

The pain I felt inside was suffocating—and only getting worse. When given the mic, Lorraine spoke about the sweet friendship they’d always shared and how he’d proposed to her the night before. She described how they ran together to a beautiful meadow full of flowers, and under the moonlight, he popped the question. The crowd went wild—and I completely fell apart. Based on her description, it wasn’t just any meadow. It was the same one William had taken me to the first time I agreed to run with him. And he’d proposed to her just hours before showing up to see me earlier today.

I could feel my cheeks getting warm. Winter, Ava started, can we go for a run with Shadow? I want to see him before he leaves. Of course I couldn’t say “no” to her. Avalanche loves Shadow just as much as I love Blake. Of course. It will be nice to run with them. “My love,” I whisper to Blake. He looks at me lovingly and it always makes my heart melt. How am I going to survive without him? “Yes, my sweet.” “Avalanche would like to go for a run with Shadow. What do you say?”

tears brimmed her eyes but she held them back by raising her head. "Put yourself in my shoes and you'll know how it feels. How it feels to be so lost in your own home. You make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. Every day, I'm left wondering if that runaway breeder's better than me...why..." She choked on her sob. "Why she is so perfect in your eyes." "I get that she's your mate but you dream of her, you adore her pictures and I am sick! Adrian. I am sick and tired of it!"

The roar of music from Romeo’s mansion faded behind her, replaced by the pounding of her heart and the sound of her name being screamed into the darkness. She didn’t stop running. Not when she stumbled. Not when she scraped her palm on the pavement. Not when her legs burned and her lungs ached. She just needed to get away—from them, from the sight burned into her memory, from the taste of betrayal choking her like smoke. Rex was behind her, chasing. “Ann! Please, stop! Please—I didn’t mean for you to see that!” The words only pushed her faster. He didn’t mean for her to see it?

" Runaway by Aurora played through her mind as she run through the bushes trying to get to a safe place. She had a mission to complete and no one was going to stop her from completing that mission. Why couldn't he love her like she did? Why did he lie to her that was beautiful and ended up with another? Why did he lead her on knowing she was just a fling? Why? Why? Why? Those questions run through her mind as she neared a stream. She squatted and scooped a handful of water drinking it thirsty. Just a stone throw from the stream, she saw the road, and a sign that read " A few hours away from New York City." she crossed the road and waited for a car to pass. She had changed out of her prison c