Runaway Daughter Novels & Stories

He did see missed calls from his daughter followed by a voice note where she pleaded with him to listen to her. But what did he do? He failed her miserably. He proved to be a worse parent than his wife. He was worried about his daughter. His men were still looking for her. But ninety percent chances were … Nothing happened to her. She ran away from the situation. She did not want to inflict more pain on herself so she chose to run away. She begged her parents to take her out of her misery. But her parents did not listen to her. His daughter trusted him more as compared to her mother.

My father's stubbornness flared in me, a defiant flame in the wind. Adam's eyes flickered, something unreadable flashing behind them before they hardened again. "It's not what I think, Jules. It's what I know." Silence. "I want a divorce," I said, the words coming out of me like a reflex, a muscle memory of survival. Running was all I'd ever known, and now it was the only thing I craved. If he didn't want me, I was a fool to think anything could change, not my pleading, not even the news I carried inside me.

But my father had other plans for Andrea, which was why he used me to trick her into escaping. First of all, Alpha Hans never wanted his daughter to get married to me, it was all part of my father's plan. He wanted to get Andrea to run away but couldn't find a way to do it without exposing her to his dirty works, so he decided to arrange a sudden marriage. I wasn't in on the plan but then he told me everything, his dealings with the Barnsley's and how he wanted to get revenge on them for killing the one thing in his life that kept him in sync - my mother, and I agreed.

It also meant leaving Xyrus and Tina behind in every way, but it was for the best she told herself. She took one last look at the place she’d been calling home the last few months and headed for the door, her heart heavy. Once again, she was on the run after a single text message. It was bullshit that Danny had so much power over her. It made her feel helpless in one way, but powerful in another. By leaving Xy, she would draw Danny away. If Dan did what he always did, he would chase her and leave Xy alone. That gave her the power in one small way.

"Why is my life like this? They give me everything I want, but it always comes at a price and with limitations. They're so controlling. I wish they had just had a robot instead of a child, so they wouldn't be disappointed in me." I laughed at myself. It was as if I were talking to myself in my mind. "I might be going crazy," I said to myself. "Miss?" I paused as I saw a hand holding a handkerchief in front of my face. I stared at it, feeling nervous about what might happen. Slowly, I followed the hand to the person holding the handkerchief. To my surprise, I recognized her. "You again?!" I said with a hint of a smile. "Miss Runaway Bride? Yes, it's me again. Carlew." I couldn't believe we wo

, her talkative daughter keeps asking her. Max was crying. She doesn't want to live a life like this. She regretted the day she fell at Greg's flowering words and then got pregnant while she's in the middle of her second year in college. She took a deep breath and paint a smile on her face. She didn't want to let her daughter knew all of it about her useless father. *** Max suddenly got up with full of sweats on her face. She's dreaming about her past but Tally was a big girl there. It's weird because her daughter was only one year old when they run away from their house.

Nebraska sat up slowly despite the pain, she couldn't stay there. She thought about attacking him now that he seemed defenseless but his gaze only dared her to come closer, and she knew that if she let her instincts carry her, she would end up under that body that was beginning to grow in ridiculous measures. So she ran past her, grabbed one of the few intact bones of what was left of her daughter as well, and kept running without looking back. She was afraid that if she did, she might find Liam on her.

"He wasn't expecting it. I ran before he could get back up and I took his best horse because I needed one and because he owed me considerably more than a horse." I looked at her. A bastard daughter who fought off her own father well enough to break three bones and walk away. Who could recite classified treaty language from memory. Who mapped rooms and held her spine like she'd been trained to take up space in rooms that didn't want her and fought back against men twice her size. None of it added up to what she was telling me she was. "And then you came here," I said. "I had nowhere else to go." "Why here specifically? There are closer fortresses. Pack houses along the border that would have

The next move. Not loud. Not reckless. Something surgical. Something designed not to drag me home– But to make me question staying. And when that move came– I would have to decide again. Not as a daughter. Not as leverage. But as myself. --------------------------------------------------------

"That's good. We'll need every advantage tonight." "What happens if we're caught?" Tia asked. "What's the plan?" "If we're caught, I get you out first. That's the only plan that matters." "And if you can't?" He looked at her directly, his expression harder than she'd seen before. "Then you run. You forget about the data, forget about me, and you run. Lucia will have extraction points planned. You follow her instructions, you survive." "I'm not leaving you behind." "Yes, you are." He stepped closer. "This is not a negotiation. If I give the order to run, you run. Understand?"