Run: A Novel Novels & Stories

But now I realize that self-delusion really is an illness. If I didn't care about myself, who else would? Numbly, I stood up and prepared to leave for the airport. But as I opened the bedroom door, I saw Gaius sprawled on the sofa, his face worn out with exhaustion. Noticing my suitcase, he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "What's this? Another one of your running-away-from-home stunts? Why didn't you answer my calls?" I glanced at my watch and replied calmly, "What do you need?"

LYRA'S POV He looks at me like he’s trying to see all the way through to whatever’s underneath. I don’t know if I can let him. This isn’t what I planned. I wanted distance, enough that Roman Ashford couldn’t find my scent on the wind if he tried. Instead I’m standing between the man who wants to sell me and the man who caught me running from him, and I no longer know which direction is safe. When we walk through the gates of North Ridge, every stare finds me and then slides away. I don’t belong here. That isn’t what keeps me awake.

Then he rose, went straight to Mellehov, and said, “Ardun! And what art thou doing here, ruffian?” He raised his hand to seize the Targar by the collar; but in Mellehov there was such an outburst in one moment as there is when a man throws a handful of powder into fire; he grew pale as a corpse, and seizing with iron grasp the hand of Novoveski, he said, “I do not know you! Who are you?” and pushed him so violently that Novoveski staggered to the middle of the room. For some time he could not utter a word from rage; but regaining breath, began to cry, “Gracious Commandant, this is my man, and besides that, a runaway. He was in my house from childhood. The ruffian denies! He is my man! Eva, w

Heyyyyyyyyy I'm pretty glad I'm done with those two. I'm hurting too. Being the Don's Obsession is finished now as the second book in the series, "Angels for the Demons." Gianna Venditti and Zayne Xavier, this has to be the easiest book I've ever written, all thanks to you all for taking out time to comment and bug me. Lol, I love that too. Mint Mocha, you deserve a special chapter. I think I hurt you the most. Lol.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

Aidan looks to the men behind me, back to me, scowls, then they all walk back to their cars. And I watch the last bit of my sanity, my kindness, drive away. __________________ It’s finally Wednesday! I don’t trust any of the men in my house so I stayed awake for most of the night. I’m exhausted but I still go for my morning run. When I get back I make breakfast and the first person down is, of course, Reece. He sits at the counter and I hand him a plate. He watches me cooking while eating. “So we’re just…” he shrugs. “Not gonna talk about it?”