Runaway Husband Stages Novels & Stories

“They’re coming. Sooner than we feared.” Cinthye clutched the edge of the bassinet, her exhausted body already aching to protect her children. The babies stirred at the distant rumbles, tiny cries rising. The sanctuary lights shifted once more to combat crimson. Footsteps thundered in the halls as the crew mobilized again. The new chapter had begun in blood, sweat, and tears—but the shadows were closing in fast. With four helpless heirs now in the open, the chase for their survival would test every bond, every defense, and every ounce of love they possessed.

Just a few more kilometres, and I will be safe from my pursuers, from the wolves of Pine Paw who are just a stone’s throw away from me. I can hear the sounds of both wolves and humans now chasing me, realizing that some have shifted, probably to make it easier to try to persuade me to come back. Hell has a better chance of freezing over than me going back to Pine Paw. “Don’t hurt her. She is carrying my pup.” Sam calls out to the wolves behind him. He knows I am pregnant. Most of my old pack knows; I guess Alex never had a chance to dispose of the pregnancy test. But no one understands why I would run away from Pine Paw, run away from being a Breeder. I left everything behind to protect my p

- Artyom made fun of her husband. - Well, you at least somehow recognized. I smiled as I looked at my husband. Yes, that evening I went too far with strong drinks and showed up at the house of my future husband with very big claims. Having expressed in person all my discontent and indignation, along the way, interrupting everything that came across my hands. The next morning, I just ran away without waiting for an "answer" from the man. And then the game of catch-up began, then he ran after me, then I followed him, and so on for a whole year. Basically, I ran away, and not alone, but with the Fox, which only teased our future husbands. And finally, the main question, who still won our hearts

he taunted, stepping forward with a menacing grace. “Stay back!” I said, my voice shaking as I held James tightly. “Oh, Emma,” he replied, taking a slow step closer. “I don’t want to hurt you… I just want what I deserve.” I held James tighter, my mind whirring, desperate for a plan. “James, when I say run, you run as fast as you can,” I whispered to him, my voice barely audible he nodded. My mind raced, trying to think of any possible way out.

“She’s my wife. She ran away after our fight, and I still don’t know where to find her. If anyone sees her, please call me using my personal number. Just make sure it’s legit because if not, you’ll face the consequences.” Damn! “And another thing, there will be a reward for anyone who can bring my wife to me. Whatever you want—a yacht, an airplane, anything.” What am I, a runaway convict?! There’s a reward?! That perverted jerk! What the heck!

“Married life’s not so bad. And it’s great to see you guys in the same boat, doing so well for yourselves.” I cleared my throat, giving Aria a quick glance, feeling the strange weight of this illusion he’d painted. I hadn’t expected to be sitting here, pretending to be the happy husband with a whole family in tow. But for now, with Jasmine between us, smiling and unaware, I decided to let Thomas think what he wanted. After all, it’s what I really wanted too. Finally, after a few more minutes of cheerful small talk and his happy assumptions, Thomas stood up, brushing off his jacket. “Well, it’s been great, but my wife’s waiting for me,” he said with a wink. “See you two around.”

But she just want to run away from all these crazy situation to heal herself. She pick up her suitcase just enough for her to carry she is leaving lightweight, ready where ever her feet will carry her. Just away from here. She never spare a glance to her husband who is crying and begging her not to leave, for she knows if she does her conviction will be shattered and she will end up running back to him.

“You should have called the police. You can take him to court! You can run away?" “Call the police and say what? My husband is trying to see my daughter and I'm hiding her away from him? Take him to court and say I don't want my husband to see our child? If I run away, I will be tagged a kidnapper.” Tears had gathered in my eyes and I could feel the large lump in my throat. “Why’re you calling him your husband? You said you ran away on the wedding day. You never got married.” I fell on the chair and placed my head in my hands. Maybe I shouldn't even have run away. If I had known that I had already been married to him the day he paid my deadbeat father that money, I wouldn't have bothered to

The waiter told him about her going out for fresh air in no second making Gareth to throw him away harshly. She ran away! He muttered to himself as his mind was continuously screaming. She betrayed me! She betrayed me! "Search for her." They all went outside from the back side as they didn't want the guest to know the bride ran away. He knew he would find her but he also knew her shoes were placed beside the stage. She was so eager to get free from him that she ran away barefoot.

The point where you are numb, not really present. I was there. I had reached that point. It all felt distant from where I was. My husband stormed out of the bathroom, a few girls standing there, trying to figure out why they couldn’t get in. We went further into the passage, taking several turns I didn’t care to see where they led. I was just happy when we walked out through a back door. I was happy no one else was there to see the scandal. I heard boots rush up. “Just open the door.” The words escaped my husband’s lips harshly. He carefully slid in the backseat before the door closed. “Take us to the nearest hospital.”