Runaway Genius 소설 & 이야기

The thoughts kept on ringing in my head and it seemed as though my head was going to burst through. I broke out into a switch and ran into the streets. I didn't have a specific direction that I was heading but I just wanted to be far away from him. To somewhere that he would never be able to get to "I am going to make sure that you pay for this Gerald. I swear with my blood." I growled in my head. I felt my baby in my stomach and it got me broken even more and I ran faster, as fast as my legs could Carry me My vision was blurry as I continued to run, crowded by the tears of my grief.

Someone had figured it out—my past, the very thing I had worked tirelessly to bury, was clawing its way back to the surface. They say you can’t outrun your past, and apparently, “they” were right. Damn it. I leaned back in my seat, exhaling a long, slow breath as I stared at the note. The paper trembled slightly in my hand. Haven’t I run far enough? Why can’t I escape this fucking mistake? Whoever this was, they weren’t just poking at old wounds. They were trying to blow them wide open.

" Was this the angel she had spoke off?" But how? He had known Connor a long time now. He was an ordinary teenage boy. "Mr May, I am a fallen angel. I chose to love the girl I was assigned to protect. Yes, Mr May, I love your daughter. I love Edith", Connor said sincerely, " I wish I could have protected her but the creature we are dealing with is more powerful than you and I both. We need an entire army to defeat him". Alexander thought about the beast and nodded to him to come inside the cottage. They needed a good solid plan to outsmart the prince.

'What are you going to do? "Run," I said, staring down at the pile of money. "Three years. I've saved enough. Time to find somewhere new."

Then, it was like a dream. My father’s company went bankrupt within a few days. The Lemche Clan sent their best team of werewolf lawyers to help me collect evidence and prove two murders: one was the death of my mother—my father had killed his mate and bribed a dying rogue to cover it up. He used all the compensation he received from the pack to start his business. The other was the death of Darcy Perkins. He had discovered something suspicious about my mother’s death and started a secret investigation. Unfortunately, my father found out and used the same brutal method again. An outstanding young man was brutally murdered in the prime of his life. Of course, my stepmother was an accomplice.

he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once." Damon nodded, his eyes gleaming with a hint of the same anticipation that coursed through Zach. "The rumors, Alpha? The one of the runaway?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Zach grinned, a flash of teeth in the semi-darkness of his study. "Oh, she'll be there, Damon. I feel it in my bones. My little runaway will finally be mine." He stood, his gaze piercing and dark.

Alan had followed a short route while Adrian followed the stipulated route while adhering to the regulations. When Adrian's father asked why he reached the finish line last, Adrian provided evidence, using a trained talking bird to show that he was smarter and ran the race. Adrian was smart and intelligent, but Alan was cunning, little wonder Adrian wasn't comfortable seeing him with Irish. After Adrian became Alpha, Alan built a tech company, his net worth weighing billions of dollars. Since he found his path, he always had his brother's back. "I will tell, only if you give me some drinks," Alan replied.

But very quickly, another voice crushed his hope. "He just feels sorry for you, Dylan!" "He has countless admirers, don't delude yourself anymore!" "You're so stupid, Dylan! Just one night of sex made you become delusional like this! Wake up, you're not worthy of his love!" ... The constant voices in his head were driving Dylan insane. He tried to cover his ears, but it was no use. All he could do was scream out meaningless sounds that were deafening to his own ears. It wasn't until a hand was placed on his shoulder that Dylan snapped out of it.

I feel my existence means nothing in my Pack. My brother trying to remain optimistic that things will change back to normal. The pack treats us lower than the omegas of the pack since our parents died in the war. Oh how I miss them. The day will come I will run. I will run as fast as my legs can take me. I am just waiting to turn sixteen. Then I will receive my wolf. My brother is supposedly be Alpha but the Beta took over the Pack stating my brother being Eighteen and just received his wolf is too young to run it.

"Over the years, exploring art and education abroad often left me feeling an unspoken disconnect. There's no right or wrong in culture. I simply believe the path I chose back then suited me better. If you cried to get into this school, you'd better finish it—even if you're crying the whole time." Laughter erupted. I smiled and concluded, "One last piece of advice—when you're at life's crossroads, listen to your heart's truest voice." Applause followed as I stepped off the stage. In the hallway, Gaius rushed out to block my way. "You're lying," he said, his voice firm. "You gave up studying abroad for me." I looked at him, not cold but distant. "At first, I thought so, too. Later, I realized