Runaway Daughter Novels & Stories

It felt like anything she said could become dangerous for her. That was why she was not surprised that almost all their helpers were either scared of her mommy or became completely obedient just to avoid trouble. Even she, as her daughter, was obedient. So what more for people who were not family? Her mommy stared at her. Just from that stare alone, Mae already knew she was in danger. Maybe their driver really told Mommy yesterday that she was with a boy. Maybe that’s why she’s angry, her mind whispered. It’s probably because of that. That driver really had no pity. I already explained that Kent was just my schoolmate in the publication team, but he still reported me.

Mallory blinked back tears as she stared at the woman. "But you ignored my warnings, and went ahead to sell off your daughter to my son who never even loved her. You thought Arlan would be there for you guys forever. Well, Arlan is down with a partial stroke now, and Davey already has full management of the company. Your daughter is of no use to us anymore. "He's back with the high-class runway model, the woman he truly loves. You should advise your daughter so she can get the hell moving." Leah replied smoothly, and let her gaze drop on the cup of coffee on the side table.

Failing to keep the tremble out of her voice. "Do you know the kid?" Another one, with a scar on his jaw asked me this time. With a wicked glare on his fearful looking face. "She's...she's my sister's daughter. She ran away from home because her step dad is maltreating her." The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

“Watching us? Why? And how did you know tonight was the night?” Lyra crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Your father’s reputation extends far beyond Oregon, Jade. When I heard about the arranged bond with that alpha, I knew you’d try to run. You just needed a little help.” Sofia, still catching her breath, looked up from her spot on the ground. “Where are you taking us?” she asked cautiously. Lyra crouched beside her, her golden eyes softening. “There’s a compound in north Texas,” she explained. “It’s a sanctuary—a pack of rogues, all women who’ve escaped lives like yours. It’s safe, far from your father’s reach.”

“So you think we can just donate bone marrow to your son? Your nerve is unbelievable, Helen!” “Damn it, Ricardo!” Eva shouted. “Don’t say another word to our daughter! Look at the pain in her eyes! And you, you’re a big part of the reason she’s suffering. You sold her to the Donovans! I already knew those twins existed, but because of your pride and selfishness, I couldn’t go looking for my little girl. Now she needs us more than ever, you shameless old man! And we’re not turning our backs on her.”

I saw Luke and dad there but I couldn't see Sammy. "Don't worry cupcake. You'll be alright. And Sammy still on her way here." Luke spoke up and hugged me too along with dad. I could felt the bind loosen and my right hand was free. I saw Lucy smiled and untied my left hand. I thanked her and hugged my family back. "Where have you been?" I asked my mom for an explanation. "4 months after you go, mom came back. She ran away from the rogues that have a quarter on the downhill of our pack. We killed some of them and imprison six others." Luke explained.

She tripped and bumped into the wall, but she kept moving forward regardless of the challenges. Her body screamed for rest but the voices closed in around her: “Run, daughter. That is all you’ve ever done. You ran from your vows. You ran from your family. You ran from me. You will keep running until your feet bleed.” Among those voices her father’s voice rose, sounding sharp and cruel. “You cannot win; you can only run.” Camela shouted into the darkness, “Then I’ll run until it kills me!” She picked up speed again and pushed faster, her lungs burning as the corridor seemed to stretch endlessly before her.

If I'm the worst daughter in this world, then so be it but I would try to keep myself safe no matter what, I can’t ruin my life that dad gifted me. I was watching people passing by as wind slapped my face and I felt happiness as I was free. I was not bound to be a daughter who only had to put up with her wicked mother. The journey I was in wouldn’t be easy and I knew it, but it’s better than being someone’s slave and get treated like an animal. “Where should I drop you, Ma’am?” the driver said and I gave it a thought. “Any hotel would be fine” I said, because I needed a place to stay and didn’t want to roam alone on the streets because I was on the run.

She knew that her father had paid a debt by sacrificing his dear life, and she is not going to waste her father's life just like that, and secondly, the new governor could have wasted the whole family's life if not for this Arthur Crowley just did by saving her own daughters life, they would have been all slaughtered As she struck out the borders, she felt every bond fracturing with her father, but instead of eradicating it, she changed direction and ran as fast as possible. Her sight is blurred from the tears, but she is attentive enough to sense and hear everything around her… beep...beep…. she ran away from her father when he wanted him the most, to teach her some things she doesn't even

CHAPTER 18 BELLA I could not believe what I was seeing. My mum looked distraught, crying bucket loads of tears, and holding the newspaper article up in her hands facing the camera. She was going on about how I was a rebellious daughter who got hooked on drugs and prostitution and because they wanted to send me for help to a rehab facility, I kidnapped my younger brother and ran away from home. She went on to say that they have been searching for us all over and didn’t go to the police cos at the end of the day I was her daughter and she didn’t want me to go to prison. She then pleaded with me to come home. She said that she loves and misses Jacob and I so much and just wanted to get me help