Run. Novels & Stories

Jerika ran inside her house and then inside her room. She opened her cupboard which had a small safe in it. She opened the safe using the code only known to her and there lies a pen drive. She stare at the pen drive intensely and then brought it out as it was time to run away but as she was running to exist, she was startled when she heard a familiar voice.

Fucking disobedience. "Bella, Get. The. Fuck. In," he gritted his teeth, barely able to control his anger. Ara gulped and slammed the door. The next second, she broke into running on the vacant road, not caring about the raindrops pelting down on her. She just wanted to get away from him. She ran and ran. Her feet ached but she didn't stop. She continued to drag her feet until she felt something colliding with her back. She lurched forward but before she could hit the road, a pair of hands whipped around her, breaking her fall.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Faith Richmond, slapped me in front of everyone. "It's Bridger's birthday. Who do you think you are, showing up here and ruining the mood?" The mockery in her eyes told me she had deliberately invited me here just to humiliate me. Inside the lively karaoke room, I was treated like a servant, ordered around to queue up songs and open bottles while I watched my own wife make out passionately with Bridger right in front of me. After everyone left, a drunk Faith waited for me downstairs. "Who gave you permission to disappear for seven days? This is your punishment. If you ever do it again, get the hell out of the R

“Keep that rhythm. In… hold… out. Feel how it steadies you?” “Yeah,” I admitted, breathing out slow. “It actually feels… nice. I didn’t think it would help this much.” He grinned, soft and real. “Told you. This is gonna make everything else easier. Ready for the next part?” I nodded, wiping sweat from my forehead. “Yeah. What’s next?” Kai stretched his arms overhead. “We run. A good long run. It’ll build your speed and endurance. Especially important when you’re about to shift. Your wolf will need that stamina.”

My name is Lila. I’m twenty-four. Marcus works the night gate. Thirty-eight. He has raised the barrier for me for months and never let it become more than a nod. Tonight I was the last one out. The ramp was empty. The lights on the upper levels were already off. He should have waved me through and locked the gate behind me. “Gate closes in five,” he said from the booth window. His voice was low. “Go. I’ll lock.”

I nodded into the sheets, barely able to breathe. “You took me so well,” he whispered. “Daddy’s perfect little pet.” He unclipped the leash, undid the collar, and kissed my forehead. “I’ll run the bath.” But before he walked away, he looked back at me - cheeks flushed, ass red, legs trembling - and smirked. “I hope you’re not too sore.” “Why?” I croaked. He leaned down then kissed me softly as he tucked my hair behind my ear. And whispered, “Day Eight’s going to be worse.” I shivered. And smiled. “I can’t wait.”

Under the sunlight, it has this tiny silver glint, but most times it just blends into the air, waiting. The driver lines the car up perfectly. The street is straight, no turns, no obstacles. The man in the car's opening starts to shake, because maybe now he realizes what's about to happen. Then the driver hits the gas. The wind whips past your ears, and the wire gets closer and closer. The traitor can't duck, can't move, can't escape. It's like watching a train come at you while your feet are nailed to the ground. And then-contact.

He lifted her skirt and could see droplets of her juice glistening in the sun around the beautiful entrance to her fanny which she was pushing out at just the right angle for him to drive home to the hilt. Fucking hell, Riven was desperate to enter her, but using every last ounce of willpower he thought he'd get his own back for the Chairwoman incident from earlier. He gave her a playful slap on the bottom and turned on his heel saying, " Come on they will have finished serving lunch if we don't go now".

I was a lot wetter than I'd thought. Roger's lips caressed my ear. "Last chance to say no." I turned to my left and bent over, gripping a small tree for balance. Roger moved behind me, his cock brushing across my ass, leaving a wet trail. His hands gently gripped my hips as I felt the head at my entrance. The sound of runners crashing down the trail broke the mood, and we both threw on clothes, watching down the trail. It wasn't long at all before a group of high school cross-country runners stormed up the trail and past us. The coach waved.

And watching the car until it was completely gone. I turned to look at her. Then I smiled. Slow. Deliberate. Letting her see exactly what I was thinking and giving her nowhere to put that information. Then I winked. A naughty filthy wink. And she broke immediately. Turned and ran into the house, up the stairs. Door slamming, lock clicking. I looked at the empty driveway. Feeling the weight of the cock in my pyjama pants. ‘Run,’ I thought. ‘Hide in your room, Garnet. Lock your little door.’ Midnight was eleven hours away. The first day of Free Use week. And I had nowhere else to be.