Run Away From Me Novel Novels & Stories

Then my head started some calculations; Jax could be really cunning. I should just runaway or something. I looked at him talking to the store owner by the road side. The transition is abrupt. Consider adding a beat of internal hesitation: I should just run away. Now. Before he comes back. I looked at him talking to the store owner by the roadside. He was relaxed, at ease. Not watching the car. Not watching me. Still occupied. I opened the door slowly, avoiding suspicion. I retightened the cap, and buried my face to the ground.

Nevaeh's hair was messy, as if she had rushed over. "Weren't you supposed to come to Brookshire University with me? Why did your parents say you're going abroad? "Where are you going?" There was panic in her voice, impossible to hide. I did not respond. I kept walking, letting her cry out behind me until security escorted her away. When the plane finally took off, I looked out the window at the city shrinking below. My heart was calm. I knew that my new life, free from Nevaeh’s clutches, had finally begun.

Madelia’s eyes grew wide. His lips missed contact with hers, heading for her ear. His fiery breath poured over her ear as he whispered, “Stay away from me.” Those words, so calm, yet threatening, sent cold chills traveling down the length of her spine, causing her entire body to shiver. He released the ball into her possession and walked away.

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.”

Ava's POV Tears sprang into my eyes. I didn't leave the states, running away from an abusive man, just to walk into the den of another. It's as though I have caught his fancy. And he's going to do with me, whatever he wants to do. The tip of the blade dug a little deeper into my flesh than necessary when I breathed. “I'm sorry.” I spew out. Nervousness took over me and I started to remember what happened with my ex. The fear and everything creeped into me. It made me breathe faster. Like I was having a panic attack.

He yelled, releasing me. Scared at Finn, my heart jumped out in my chest, and my mind just shut down as I ran away from him, leaving everyone else on the poolside, including my heart. As to how I got out of the building, I didn’t know because I just kept running to escape from Finn… to hide from Frank… to run away from my twin sister until I fell to the ground and darkness began to pull me away from everything.

"Brynne... it's the only way 1-" "Please let me finish." I pressed my fingers back over his lips. "I need to say this before we look at the test and I lose it completely, because I'm sure I will ei- ther way it reads." His blue eyes said so much, even though his mouth stayed closed. He kissed my fingers, which were still covering his lips, and waited for me to continue. I took another big breath. "I ran away from you for the last time. I won't hit you with a 'Waterloo' again. It was terrible to just take off like that and I'm very ashamed I was so weak and selfish. I acted like a child and I cannot even imag- ine what your family thinks of me right now. They must be praying I'm not pregnant,

She was quite filthy. "Yes, I need to leave. I don't want to go back to the village!" Amelia suppressed the fear in her heart. She had a feeling that the man was capable of helping her. Even though she was scared of his cold demeanor, she still held onto the man's arm tightly. She feared that he would turn her away. "Running away won't solve the problem. Tell me what happened." The man's sharp gaze suddenly gave Amelia courage. Releasing her grip on him, she settled into the seat next to him.

Rumors has it that he never unveils his face since he turned twelve years of age,now I see why. He moved cautiously toward me. One step . Then another. but before he could get any closer, my survival instinct screams at me . I pushed the door open and ran. My legs moved as fast as they could until I got away. I ignored the confused stares from workers and guest as I rushed through the hall way. I didn’t even ask permission from the manager. All I knew is that I have to run away. Far away from the man with the scar. By the time I got to my small room,a sigh of relief left me, knowing he hadn’t chased after me.

you seem like a rich girl and you know the basic skills of survival, so why did you run away from home to be in the fields and just look at the sky and be at peace? What’s your story?” He asked me as he washed the apple and sat back down. He looked so organized and calm, I was just surprised at how weird it is to have found someone here you can really relate to.“ Well, I won’t say I am not a rich girl, I was born on the night of the full moon and it counted for something remarkable but anyway, that’s all, I am being pressured a lot and I need to make my mother and my father proud but being a girl and not being good enough is a very bad thing, so I decided to run away, I had forgotten abou