Novelas y relatos de Run.

Maylee’s POV My alarm goes off signaling the start of the day. I snooze the alarm and the 5:00 am flashes my phone and I simply lay in my small bed thinking of what the day holds. I have an Anatomy test today, we have models with pins stuck in them indicating what we have to identify. I wouldn’t be too bad except we have to spell them all correctly. So, that is stressful; I have work at the diner tonight and my mom is working at the boutique. It is going to be a long day; my alarm goes off for the second time and I drag myself out of the bed and head into the closet, changing into my workout clothes, grabbing my only pair of running shoes and headphones. I sta

Luke asks making me chuckle then he takes my hand "come on princess time to run" Running with Luke was the hardest thing I have ever had to do at first I felt really awkward and I swear my feet were way too big for my body and I was conscious of the fact that my arms were flapping around like windmills so I looked like an idiot but then once we got into the woods I swear he dropped back and my conscious was telling me he was Looking at my butt and the voice in my head kept saying stupid things to put me off what I was supposed to be doing like "ohhh yum look at thoughs muscles with the sweat clinging to his skin,mmmmmine mine al

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

I grоаnеd thе mоmеnt mу tеxt alert wеnt off іmаgіnіng juѕt whо іt wоuld be. Rуаn: What are уоu doing? Me: Rеаdіng Rуаn: Want tо dо ѕоmеthіng fun? Mе: Nо thanks Ryan: Gо on it wіll be good, I рrоmіѕе ;) Mе: Yеаh…ѕtіll nо Rуаn: Aww, уоu made mе ѕаd :(

This gіrl is fіt. She’s a runnеr or ѕоmеthіng; thе соrе strength іѕ оbvіоuѕ іn thе wау ѕhе hоldѕ hеrѕеlf, аnd bу the muscles іn hеr аrmѕ.

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I was waiting for Darren to return with Drake from daycare as I sat on the bench outside the packhouse, admiring the views and the passersby, when I saw Pernwél sauntering down the stairs like she had seen a ghost. “Luna - echm - Pernwél.” I called her. “Are you okay?” I asked, hoping that she wasn’t mad at me. “Rune.” She said, approaching me. “I think I will be.” “I’m sorry to have sprung that on you earlier. I didn’t know.” I apologised to her. I felt awful for how things went down. “It 's okay.” She exhaled audibly, throwing her head back to gaze at the afternoon sky. “I’m glad I finally found out, but I’m not so sure how to

was all I could said before i bolted out the back door onto the patio kicking off my shoes in the process as I head into the woods. As I'm running I heard a loud thud from behind me like paws running towards me and fast too. " Fuck !" I said to myself as i starting to run faster. He is chasing me an his wolf form I had to think of something quick . I could say the disappearing spell but last time that happen I was where on the other side of the world . I have learn how to control it little since then . I picked up my speed and so did my mate ,and for a second I liked that he was chasing me and Sh

Two Years Ago - Lana’s POV ‘You can just stay with us,’ Rune shouts over the loud crack of thunder as we race across the courtyard. The water that splashes up from the puddles is warm against my ankles but the heavy rain hurts. Pinging against my face as we run.

Melody sets three items on the table with clinical calm: the violet vial in its sealed case, the K stamped wax packet, and a small strip of cloth soaked with the runner’s masking oil. The runner’s eyes flick to the vial and sharpen with something like pride. “You didn’t stop anything,” he says. “You delayed it.” Nate tilts his head. “You’re still talking like a man who thinks he’ll leave here.” The runner smiles. “He always leaves a door open.” Adrian’s growl rumbles low. I touch his wrist lightly. Grounding.