Ran Away From His Sky Novels & Stories

"Please. I just want to go home to my village." "Suit yourself," the guard muttered, shaking his head. "Head south. Stay off the main road if you’re avoiding trouble. There are patrol cars looking for a 'runaway' from the hills." Sari’s blood turned to ice. Budi. He was already looking. "Thank you," she whispered, and she began to run.

Elvira Skye is the idol of every pilot. At 16, she single-handedly rescues hostages. At 25, she takes command of the Northern Air Base. Across tens of thousands of missions, she never makes a single mistake. She is the greatest flight commander of the century. She is different from everyone else. In her world, duty always comes first, and there's no place for personal feelings. To follow in her footsteps, Lance Archer spends five years scaling hundred-meter cliffs with his bare hands and crossing tightropes stretched across two oceans. He graduates top of his class from the flight academy and earns a place at the Northern Air Base. Another five years of evaluations, and he will become

I had always been terrible with directions. The moment I stepped outside my familiar neighborhood, I could lose my bearings completely. My fiancé insisted that after we got married, we'd move to the suburbs, so I needed to learn how to find my way around on my own. For six months, he repeatedly dropped me off in unfamiliar places and watched me break down in tears as I wandered in circles. Tonight, as a torrential storm battered the city and the old waterfront industrial district prepared to close for construction, he left me at its entrance with a map marked with incorrect exits. "Find your way to the parking garage, and I'll consider your training complete." I followed the street sig

Everyone in Hemsouth City knew Joe Kingston as the ultimate trust fund kid. Tall, handsome, and wild, he lived exactly how he pleased. At the height of his partying days overseas, an urgent telegram from his father summoned him home. It contained only one cold, uncompromising line: "Come home immediately. You're marrying Fiona Spencer." Fiona was one of the youngest and most promising officers in the military. Cool, disciplined, and fiercely self-controlled, she couldn't have been more different from him. He lived for a good time. She preferred peace and quiet. He did whatever he wanted and had gotten himself into more trouble than he could count. She followed every rule to the letter

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

It was that I'd reframed every sacrifice as love and treated every concession as the necessary cost of building a life together. Now I had flown. Not because I'd forgotten the baby, and not because the past no longer hurt. I had simply, finally, learned to separate "giving up for someone else" from "taking off for myself." The sun dropped behind the mountains, leaving a bright band of gold along the horizon. I didn't take my phone out to capture it. Some skies don't need to be shown to anyone. And I no longer needed anyone to give me a sky. The runway was already beneath my feet. And the sky was already mine.

"We’re doing it. Resign whenever you’re ready." "I have never loved you more. If my manager asks why I’m leaving, I’m telling him my best friend became scary rich again and needs emotional support near the ocean." "Say it exactly like that." "Don’t tempt me." After the call, I stayed on the balcony until the last strip of sunlight slipped behind the old city walls. The sky changed slowly: gold to coral, coral to violet, violet to deep blue. A few stars appeared above the water, small and stubborn. For years, I had believed the sky I wanted belonged behind Julian Hayes’s cockpit door. I thought love meant waiting outside until he decided to let me in.

*Flashback* He stared at the twinkling stars above him. The sky was clear and the weather was warm. He could hear the waves crashing against the coast while the cool sea breeze felt comforting. moving his hand, he pointed at the North Star. “So far,” he muttered. He traced the skyline with his finger, wondering how far it extended. The boy was barely fifteen years old and his blue eyes gazed at the sky as he lay there at night all by himself. His mind was blank while his heart was numb. The boy was not sure why he was there again. Was it because he wanted to run away? But he could never run away. That was made clear to him years ago.

He finally looks back as the greatest fear he’s been running away from for a week is there in front of him. “I told you, you cannot run away from me.” With the giggling girls that almost melted to the clear confession and worst at the first day of his adult life. Sky wanted to run away, yet his feet are somehow glued unto where he stands as his eyes are indefinite awe to the Prince in front of him. ‘D***! This is not happening. S***!”

No wolf wandered so far into the territory hence why Adryan liked to come here and spent some alone time mostly to think and relish in the quiet. "You know running away from things doesn't magically present you with a solution," The person says, looking out at the sky as well. "I'm not running away from anything," he says back, which makes the person look at him in amusement, he tries to ignore her look but turns to face her when she doesn't deter from her blatant staring at him.