Quotes About Runaway Novels & Stories

You escaped. And found freedom, she whispered. He tightened his arms around her. And love. Teresa leaned into him. The runaway bride was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew exactly who she was. And where she was going.

"Ms. Langley made me cook you some breakfast before she left for her flight last night. She said you should stay off your phone for a few days." I spotted it tossed on the couch and walked straight past the table to grab it. The second it powered on, the screen flooded with missed calls and texts. I opened a link my college roommate had sent. The number-one trending topic was a marriage certificate that Victoria had posted alongside a childhood photo. "Childhood sweethearts. Dreams do come true. @RacerSpencerCalloway." The comments were all congratulations. "An heiress and the hottest racer in the sport, and they grew up together? I'm obsessed!"

I mean, who wouldn’t get scared and run away if they experienced all these? Wait…runaway. Maybe I’ve been doing it all wrong since. Yes. If I actually want to escape this place, I have to be smarter. More strategic. “You can’t escape fate, Tessa,” Tyla called out through the mirror. “Running away is futile.” My eyebrow raised with alarm. “You can hear my thoughts?”

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

“I wish I could run away, Cara.” She regretted those words as soon as they were out of her lips. Hana wasn’t cut out for the real world. Her father might be a monster but was financially responsible. They never lacked. The first and last time she tried to run away, she had experienced an abandonment, a complete lack of wants. She couldn’t do that without a plan. A plan that involved getting her sister and mother out of this hellhole disguised as home. “You can,” Cara said. Her sister knelt by the tub with the tips of her golden hair sinking into the water. Cara looked more like their mum. But one thing the kids shared with their father was his big nose. “We can, Hana. We will go somewhere.”

“I’m only telling you this because I don’t plan on leaving again, but I only take one suitcase and my giant purse. Usually, I have to take the bus and I can’t take a lot, especially if I’m going to be doing any walking.” Tina shook her head. “I can’t imagine just picking up and starting over. When you said it before, I guess I imagined you with boxes of stuff and unpacking and all that.” Lana gave her a faint smile. “Nope. Just me and my trusty suitcase. I’m sick of running. I’m sick of putting together a home only to have to leave it all behind. I’m not going to run anymore. I’m going to stand up and fighting back.”

I claim out loud. I sound insane, but I feel like one! The sun is barely rising. It must be no later than seven in the morning; my mother must be serving coffee and freshly baked bread. She’s going to kill me. I run my hands through my hair, which is messy and full of grass. I hastily take it off as I start walking home. As if by magic, my future husband comes to mind: his cold, steely gaze. Today is my wedding! I drop the delicacy and make my escape, desperate, running to my home to shower and try to go unnoticed. I run through the trees, who seem to judge me. The squirrels see me, furious. The birds sing a melody of prejudice and infidelity.

Amber’s POV Alpha Dale’s uncle smirked at the stunned silence that followed his words. “Runaways.” He repeated with a mocking jest, rolling the word around on his tongue. “That’s the story. Alpha Dale’s precious mate ran away because she couldn’t stand her dangerous power. She couldn’t stand being a danger to him or anyone else. Of course, her friends went with her.” Janine lunged forward, but the guards held her back. “You sick, lying piece of—!”

“Come on, a young girl of perhaps not older than twenty out on the road and found curled up in a car trunk with her backpack at that time of the night? That just spells that you must be running away from something or someone honey.” “Well you can deny it all you want but I would have to let you know that I don’t like women, especially runaway ones. They reek of trouble, just as you do to me now which is why I am not willing to let you go just yet.” He said to Brenda.