Run Away Txt Novels & Stories

Chapter 10 Janice POV 'Don't think of running away, for I will find you wherever you go' Those words kept driving me nuts that I couldn't even think of running away. Connor looked like he would be someone dangerous, and I didn't want him to do something nasty to me if he found out I ran away and managed to get his hands on me.

"Um, you know what? You can just go back to fucking your girlfriend." "I'll just go to the arcade or something, I have an invitation from a friend," and with that, I ran away from him. I cursed as my toe hit the table again, but I didn't care. I just ran, and ran faster because he started putting on his pants and chasing me. Why do you even run, Alexa? As soon as I opened the front door, my head immediately spun. Where should I run? Where should I go? I just fucking got here two days ago!!

"I'm not running away from my responsibilities.I'm running to them. There's nothing negative about running away to save my life." -Joseph Heller- *** I need to run away from here. The sound of his breathing was loud enough to be heard from meters away, no matter how hard he tried to run, the other sound of wolves howling and strong paws stomping against the ground in marching rhythm was ever so close.

I was bound to be the gossip of the pack and beyond by tomorrow morning. I ran faraway from everything. I ran far away from the disgrace that I was bound to face the pack members tomorrow. I ran away from the 'I told you so'. I ran away from the taunting gaze of Cassidy. I ran away from the pitiful gaze of my parents. I ran away from the mocking gaze of the pack members. I ran from everything.

A beacon of escape amidst the chaos that surrounded me. Drained yet determined, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I considered the possibility of running, of breaking free from this nightmarish dilemma. Maybe-just maybe-if I could reach that door in time and disappear into the shadows, they wouldn't find me. It was a slim chance, but in that moment, it was the only hope I had. With each passing second, the urgency grew stronger. Maybe if I…If I run, they wouldn’t find me…escape—there was a escape.

“Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.” His hand rose to my cheek. A gentle touch, almost reverent. That heat again-not magic, not tether-but him. “I’m trying,” I whispered. “For you.” His jaw clenched, like he wanted to say something dangerous — something that scared even him — but Damian’s voice thundered from ahead: “Move! We’re not safe out here!” Kael leaned his forehead down to mine, for one brief, stolen second. Then he grabbed my hand again, and we ran.

He mumbled behind his breath wished no one hear him but my super hearing can hear those words. 'I think it's time to get out of here!' My wolf suggested. 'Damn true!' I got up from my seat slowly and nodded to the waiter. "Thanks," I said in a whisper and walked faster to the lift. When I got to my room, I released a breath. 'That's close!' My wolf yelled in happiness. 'You will never want that to happen ever again.' I inhaled the air and exhaled it in relief. I jumped on the bed. Wow, I missed sleeping on a bed! I've run away from home for a year and slept on the ground with dirt or leaves covered my body for a year also.

I ran. I don’t think I’m a very good runner. In fact, I would never be able to outrun the least warrior in Silver Moon, but I was surprised at how fast my legs carried me as I ran. I moved in no particular direction and without looking over my shoulder. I had to get away. I owed Aila that much. She risked everything for me. I needed to get to somewhere safe, another pack that’d take me in, maybe. And then I’ll call Aila and tell her the story of how I met the Lycan Prince, tried to kill him and escaped from him. She’d be proud. We’ll have a good laugh about it.

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.

I roared in the rain, “Why? Why would a good mate and father violate a teenage wolf younger than his own offspring? Why did my own father abandon me?” For almost a year, I had nothing to eat and nowhere to go. During the day, I wandered the streets searching for food—sometimes finding leftovers from fancy restaurants, other times facing pups who recognized me and threw stones. Most of the time, I was starving. At night, I slept in a cold cave, waking almost every morning to the painful sound of my own stomach. Day after day, night after night, I grew tired and desperate, wishing to end my miserable life.