Run Away Novels & Stories

Trying and failing to figure out something only for it to lead to upset and rage – why bother thinking about it? Running away wasn't shameless sometimes. That was true in some regard, anyway.

" Ember was pissed as well. She was even more disdainful of Amelia now. Amelia didn't say anything. She just listened to them arguing. She thought, "What can I say? Tell them that Liam never touched me?" It would just give Ember more reason to be mad. "Calm down, no one is stopping you from talking. Look at yourself. Do you think you're behaving like a potential grandmother?" "Dad, Mom, I'm full. Don’t stop eating on my account." Amelia couldn't stand it anymore. She hastily ran away as Ember's shouts pierced the air behind her. "Look at her! What a terrible attitude!"

Shit. Pure terror grips me as I sprint down the street, my fat feet pounding against the pavement in a desperate attempt to escape. My hands desperately drop my bags in order to clutch my tummy, the weight of my stomach making it difficult to run. The sound of heavy footsteps grows louder behind me, a clear indication that he is closing in on me. Every fibre of my being screams to go faster, to find a way to survive this pursuit.

“If it’s so hard for you to trust people, why not just move away? Live separately with your mom, I mean. You’d avoid all the unnecessary drama, at least.” He shook his head slowly, a faint shadow passing over his face. “I can’t,” he said, his voice quieter now. “If I did that, Grandpa would say I chose to run away like a coward.” The sadness in his words struck a chord in me, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say. Finally, I spoke. “Sometimes, running away is the correct answer,” I said softly, my tone deliberate but kind. “Especially when you have to be extra wary in your own home.”

I need to do something real quick before Tessa approaches me, which is to either They run away or stand still until Tessa approaches us.

His teeth sank into his lower lip, feeling frustrated at his failed attempts to seduce Antonio. As he watched Antonio whose attention was diverted to the paper works on his table, he brought out a device and began sending multiple text messages to someone anonymous. Everything about Alessandro screamed suspicion but unfortunately, Antonio was so distracted to notice it. Before Alessandro could take a picture of Antonio secretly, one of the guards burst in, his eyes wide with terror. “What is it?” Antonio asked, his brows furrowing as he looked up at him. “It's - it's Marco. He's escaped!” The guard announced, his breathing coming out in short bursts.

"I don't even want to say a word about last night." "So you will simply run away from it instead?" He asked and I stared at him for a few seconds, at the face that had been buried between my legs last night. I shrugged. "I guess so. I will just run away from it. Running away isn't always the bad decision. And even if it is, yeah, I am making that bad decision. This... This is crazy and I am just going to leave" My grip on my bag turned firm once more and I made to turn away but Luxuria's voice rooted me back to the spot.

“Any news of Amy?” Panting, the assistant shook his head. “I-it is Miss Stacy. S-she’s threatening to abort the baby. She’s at the hospital right now!”

A dull ache pulsed deep in my lower abdomen, forcing me to curl into a ball. "Baby..." I caressed my stomach, tears falling onto the dusty stone tiles. "Just hold on a little longer." My vision blurred from the fever. Waves of cramping pain tore at my sanity. Cold sweat soaked my silk nightgown, clinging to my burning skin. "Please..." I crawled toward the heavy oak door, my nails scraping desperately against the wood. "Let me see a doctor..." The old capo assigned to guard me answered from outside the door, his voice flat. "Donna, the Don gave orders. He said you would use any excuse to try and escape. I can't defy a direct order."

Pushing me around, tripping me. "Damn, I was hoping she'd have run away by the time we came back," came a sharp voice. I stood from my spot, anxious to leave. "Where do you think you're going?" I froze at his voice, chills creeping up and down my spine. I looked around, desperate for an exit but I knew if I ran, they'd chase. There was no escaping. "Answer me, Runt." He always spits the word. "Back to camp," I say, trying to remind them that camp is only so far away and that the others can probably, hopefully, hear us.