Runaway Love Melanie Harlow Epub Novels & Stories

I raised my hands, and fire spiraled from my palms like a storm, sweeping through the hall. Melanie watched from her throne, unbothered, her eyes glowing red. “Impressive. But fire alone won’t save you.” “I don’t need fire,” I said, stepping forward. “I have something you’ll never have.” She arched her brow. “And what’s that?” “Love,” I said simply. “Real love. The kind you’ll never understand.” Melanie’s smile faltered for a brief moment, then returned sharper. “We’ll see about that.”

My mind drifted to our conversation earlier, and I began to ponder on their words. There's no way I'll allow Damon to see them, nor Callen. Those two men are evil, and I don't trust them at all. Although I got into a contract with Callen, I couldn't bring myself to trust any man again. The reason why I ran away, and I wonder what would happen if he set his eyes on me again. I don't even want to think about it. I waved at a cab, and fortunately it stopped, unlike the others. I carried Kelvin into the car, and stepped inside, while Flora did the same.

the first one once again gossiped. "Oh c'mon, do you really believe such made-up stories? He actually hid because of that? And do you truly believe any woman would run away from a marriage with the greek god Nikholas Pierre Fairbourne?" Phoebe sighed. Nikholas Pierre Fairbourne. It's been a long time since she heard that name that she almost forgot. 'Why do I suddenly feel terrible?' she thought. With one last gulp, she finished her drink and proceeded on leaving the place. She doesn't want to hear any more gossip, it might just make her foul mood worse.

I could get mistreated but my baby doesn't deserve even the tiniest form of inconvenience. I was cut out of my train of thoughts as the door burst open making me abruptly turn in shock. My heart raced as Enid stormed into the room, his eyes ablaze with anger. I instinctively took a step back, feeling like a trapped animal. "What do you think you're doing, Hayley?" Enid's voice was sharp, slicing through the tension in the room. "I...I..." I struggled to form coherent words, my mind racing with fear and desperation. "Running away, are you?" Enid's tone dripped with disdain as he advanced towards me, his footsteps echoing loudly in the room.

Trying to work was pointless for Xy. He had reread the same email at least three times and still couldn’t remember a word of what it said. His brain refused to focus on anything other than Lana Reign. It had been five days. Five days since she’d run away like a thief in the night, without so much as a goodbye call or even a measly note. It was hard not to be angry. She should have trusted him. She should have given him the chance to help. Instead, she’d packed up and left as if he didn’t matter. As if what they had shared the last couple of months hadn’t mattered. It was a hard pill to swallow.

“According to the files your mother found. It was part of the exit strategy. Get you pregnant. Make you dependent. Run with you when the operation collapsed.” Emelia sat very still. Harlan waited for the anger. The denial. The tears. Instead, Emelia looked up at her with eyes that were suddenly clear. Too clear. “Then why do I still want it?” she asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Why do I still want his baby? Even knowing he planned it. Even knowing it was supposed to be a trap. Why does that not make me stop loving him?” Harlan felt the words like a punch to the gut. She had no answer. She had no words that could touch what she saw in the girl’s eyes.

The principal smiled faintly and said, "That woman sweeping the grounds seems to be from your graduating class. Her name is Melanie, I believe. She was hit by a car while trying to save her first love. She survived, but she was never quite the same after that. Her life also took a turn for the worse, and that first love of hers later lost everything, fell into heavy debt, and fled overseas." I nodded thoughtfully. Melanie still hadn't escaped the cage she had built for herself. Perhaps that had always been her fate. My wife, Betty Brown, noticed my silence and asked, "Do you know her?" I looked at Melanie in her worn, tattered clothes. After a moment, I shook my head. "No. She's probably jus

Neon lights streaked across the glass like smeared paint, turning everything into a distorted version of the life I was abandoning. My life. My prison. My home. My heart clenched hard enough to hurt. Maybe because the taxi crossing the one place where everything had started - the long, dark stretch of road leading away from the Hale estate. Or maybe because I was leaving behind the one person I never wanted to run from. Lucian. Even thinking his name felt dangerous.

Valentina stayed with Melanie for a week. Duke called every day. She didn't answer. She couldn't. Not yet. "You're miserable," Melanie said, bringing her tea. "Just talk to him." "And say what? That I can't handle him having a baby?" "That you love him anyway." Melanie sat beside her. "Val, I know I'm the last person to give relationship advice. But running from this won't make it hurt less." "I'm not running. I'm thinking."