Quotes About Runaway Novels & Stories

And when still didn’t reply, she went on; “You’re are Alpha. One feared by most packs and a dream about a mere rogue slave is making you shiver and howl. A girl who obviously ran away with…..” “That’s enough,Elana. Stop spewing nonsense from your mouth. Amara was kidnapped, we all know that,” Barton shunned her. I was going to but I wanted her to finish her statements so I can show her just how much a mere rogue in her own words means to me. “I don’t why you all are leaving in denial. she ran away that’s it.” Elana said again and in a twinkle of an eye. Aidan was pinning her to wall.

If the Run wasn’t such a horrible event for she-wolves, this forest would make a lovely place for young wolves to meet with others and fall in love. “Do you think the Run will ever end?” I ask, turning to look at Caden only to find his emerald eyes already trained on me. “I do. I have a feeling this will be the last Run by the end of today.” He answers, his eyes holding a flame of determination within them. Something deep inside me tells me that this is the truth and hope for a better future for all she-wolves lights inside me. After a moment of silence spanning between us, Caden leads me back into the cave where we find Amelia awake and dividing up the left over food. Taking a seat on the m

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

I just wonder how that's going to be. "I think I have some money too." I said. I don't want to do this but I'm doing this for her because I love Catherine. __________ SFTC: Run Away - Cary Brothers

I had always needed too much reassurance, and for three years, Dante Romano had given it to me. Whenever he came home late or failed to answer his phone, I imagined the worst. And whenever I couldn’t sleep, I made him leave whatever he was doing and come home to me. During one of those needy episodes, strange lines of text appeared before my eyes. 【The Don of the Romano family is handling family business. You really think he has time to put you to bed?】 【She’s only an ordinary woman he kept because she looks like Bianca DeLuca.】 【The real Bianca is coming back from Europe. Once she does, this substitute is finished.】 Suddenly, Dante’s patience no longer felt like love. It felt like tolerance

I ran until the lights of the cathedral disappeared and the city swallowed me whole. I don’t know how long I ran (ten minutes? Twenty?). My legs gave out in front of a tiny 24-hour coffee shop glowing like a lighthouse in hell. I shoved the door open, soaked, shaking, mascara streaking down my face like war paint. The barista (a nineteen, purple hair, nose ring) took one look at me and dropped the milk pitcher. “Holy shit. You’re… you’re the runaway bride. It’s trending everywhere.” I laughed. It came out broken. “Yeah. Can I just… sit?”

" I've always told him to find something he likes and focus his attention on it. It was never the medication that made him better. It's you. And it's not going to be a good thing for you. So, run as far as you can." Run Can a shackled person even do that? * * Don't forget to vote and drop a review!

Just run. Don’t stop running.. Happy bloody birthday to me..

Yes definitely… But my mom always said… “Nothing is worth the rush if you have to rush, it was never resll in the first place, it was simplyan illusion!” I took that words of advise and ran with it… Without looking back, with a perfect image in my mind… “To come back to the one that I want to experience my true freedom with.

he said in a casual tone, “Why make friends when you can’t stick with them? I don’t know if you’ve been told but being a runaway fugitive doesn’t make for good conversation starters.” “Then why are you keeping me here?” I yelled, “If you’re s bothered that I’m a runaway why keep me here?” “You could at least try to sound a little bit more grateful.” He spat as he pulled into the driveway and I shook my head. “I can’t believe this,” I said in a small voice, “I was right about you all along.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked and I didn’t reply, I just made my way out of the car, “Get back here, I’m not done talking to you.”