Run Away From Me Novel Novels & Stories

I couldn't put it into words. Bernie didn't rush me; he sat quietly beside me. After a while, I heard the sound of documents being flipped, and I silently breathed a sigh of relief. However, before I could stand up and find a way to leave, Bernie spoke up: "You can take your time to think, but I know you like me. And of course, I won't let you avoid it!" "Avoid?" I exclaimed, raising my voice, "Why would I need to avoid anything?"

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 ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I didn’t care where I was going. I just needed to get away from whatever this was, away from the man who had turned from a wolf, away from the mansion, and away from Kai.

But I turned and ran. Out of the hotel room. Out of Chase's life. Into the unknown. I stumbled through the streets of Buenos Aires, my heart racing. Werewolf. The word echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. I had to get away. I had to escape. But from what? Chase? Or the truth? As I ran, the city lights blurred around me, my head spun, my chest constricted from lack of air, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

I closed my eyes tightly at the thought. I had run out of pure instinct. I didn't think about it. My heart still thumped against my chest at the memory. I didn't want to think about it, not now. I watched the dimly lit street, worrying about where I was and what I was about to do. I didn't have money, I didn't have shelter, and I wasn't ready to go back and face Danzel. The thought of him made me sigh in total confusion. As I stared at the people walking across the street, I realized that I wasn't even sure why I ran away. All I remembered was the overwhelming feeling that bubbled inside my chest, making it impossible to breathe, and the only solution I could find was running away. My stomac

I push my shoulder to the bookrack and push as hard as I can. “Species that are far, far more powerful-” The bookrack tilts and falls from the weight of its contents. It crashes on him, various novels burying him underneath. I use the distraction to exit the bookshop and dash towards the escalators. “You can’t run away from us, little human!” The leader-man screams. I run up the escalators, trying not to yell from the top of my lungs from the sheer terror I feel. I leave the mall and run into the streets, fleeing in whatever direction I can find. Finally, after what seems like forever, I stop and lean on a wall to catch my breath.

If the truth was going to hurt me more than this, then I might as well crawl away and die alone in peace. Ace must have gotten impatient from waiting for me to respond to his call because he came to the doorway. I didn’t dare to meet his eyes and before he could say anything else to me, I turned and ran out of the door. … My legs were still shaking along with my entire body. My breath escaped from me in short bursts as I panted. After running out of Ace’s office, I just kept on running. My desperate attempt to flee earned me many curious and disapproving gazes from the people who I ran past. It wasn’t normal for someone to be running in the hallway of the office building and they must have t

I smiled bitterly and said softly, "I understand." There would be no next time. In two days, I would take our child and fly to another country. I tried to use coldness to drive Vincent away, but not only did he not leave, he even sat beside me and brought a spoonful of soup to my lips. Before it reached my mouth, the bowl crashed onto the bed. The scalding liquid instantly covered my skin with blisters. At the doorway, Madison had collapsed to the floor. She looked at him, her whole body shaking with sobs.

He had only one thought then, that I must never know. He knew I had a gentle temper, but I had her limits. The realization struck him hard. Could I have found out? Was that why I left him? He quickly shook his head. No, he had hidden Stacy away in the distant suburbs. No one would ever find out. Relieved, he turned to leave the ward. Behind him, Stacy shrieked, “John, do you even have a heart? I saved you, I’m carrying your baby, and you’re locking me up!”

He had repeatedly stood in front of me and shielded me from leering customers and a manager who always seemed to pick on me. I had begun to have feelings for him because of that. So, on New Year’s Eve, when he asked me if I wanted to be with him, I agreed without hesitation. What followed afterward seemed natural. After graduation, he started his own business. To support him, I used all my savings. At our poorest, we shared a tiny rental with only one bed and one blanket. Water leaked through the walls and dripped from the ceiling when it rained. When I shivered from the cold, he held me and said, “Jane, I will give you the best life I can.”