Runaway Daughter Novels & Stories

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

She was the daughter of the king, Jayden's enemy, and she was the granddaughter of the bloodthirsty Hardin. She shook her head in a cesspool that retreated with her steps, she wanted to run away, to run from them all, she didn't want them, she didn't want to get back her family that she had always wondered and wished for, she didn't want to see that broken look at Jaden, if she forgets, yes, I wish she could forget all this day, From the beginning until now, you wake up in that hole, you start over. She gasped round and ran away from them, ran towards the woods, ran aimlessly, crying and sniffling with a cesspool, don't want, don't want, don't want.....

To some degree, he was right—I was a social climber. My father’s business had expanded, with many branches inside and outside our pack. I dreamed of defeating him and longed for revenge. Before, it was impossible—I was powerless. Now, he was powerless. In the past three months as Darcy Lemche’s Luna, I gained connections and investigated old cases. I believed Brigitte had told her father I was claimed as Darcy’s Luna. I heard he became anxious and ruthless, even planning to move all his companies inside the pack to a nearby pack. He never contacted me—obviously knowing I wouldn’t let him get away. Unfortunately for him, he was one step late. I had already submitted evidence and only needed t

** And she was always there to pick him up from the floor. Shamelessly. ** “ My daughter is in the hospital because of a disgrace like you. I'd never forgive YOU! ”** Waves of dark matter flooded into his body, as May's final note permeates his consciousness. ** “ Go, Jason! Please give us some time to escape. ”** And other terrible memories of his sorry life overwhelms him. ** “ Run! ”** May's voice encouraged. ** “ You coward!...”** ** “ Run! ”**

That’s what I did…by walking away. “Nope.” I press my fingers to my forehead with a groan when I hear his voice, very close to ending the call. “Running away isn’t a solution. All it takes is one foolish mafioso, or maybe an old rival, to track down your daughter.” “Jamie…” I growl, harsher than intended.

she raised her hand, cutting me short. “I pleaded with you. I told you to take care of my daughter, I told you she has been through a lot. I even gave up my company for that but you didn't care about my daughter. You let her go far away from us. You made her run away from you, away from me. I thought you were a good man. I thought you were capable of taking care of my daughter but I was wrong. You only managed to break her and make her run away,” her shoulders shook as she buried her head and cried.

Why does life always have to be so cruel? I never thought my life would end like this. I am drowning in my thoughts, awaiting death, which is yet to come. My luck is down. Being the only daughter of some runaway parents, I had to fend for myself as well as my elderly grandma, who I lived with. That was fair enough to deal with, not until some random men with guns I've never come across came crashing through the front door, roaring about the debt my runaway father owed them. Not likee I cared about reimbursing it, but I was left with no choice when I heard the geezer had used my grandmother's house as collateral for payment, and failure to repay the money would result in our homelessness.

DAHLIA'S POV Mummy… That is the only person on my mind when I run away from home. I don't know which rehab center she was taken to, or if I even know any rehab center at all, but I have to get away from the house before I lose my mind completely. I can't stand Christina anymore. No, I can't stand her daughter and the way she keeps crossing boundaries like she already owns my life.

She answered, tears still flowing from her eyes. "Oh yeah and you're his daughter!" I snapped and the poor girl nodded her head, I could see her shiver in fright. I was furious. How could Sabastian run away and leave his daughter? What was he plotting? There was something wrong. There is something I don't know. "I don't know how the house got burnt but they left me, they ran away and left me behind after asking me to cook for them," the girl spoke up and my gaze landed on her.