Runaway Lover Novels & Stories

They can't do anything to help Memphis and Fleur cause they didn't know their story but their hearts hurting for them to have this situation because they love each other back then. "I forgive you too, M-Memphis! I-i'm sorry!" Fleur cries, "I am so sorry, Memphis! And———I Love You Too, L-Love!" That was the last word she says and let herself fall in the ravine.

Chris came over and asked, "Dylan, you're not going?" Dylan nodded: "Let's go!" After saying that, Dylan left me bewildered and turned away. I wanted to chase after him but stopped. I don't understand why Dylan is so unusual. Even when I try to contact him, he pushes me away. I sat back in my chair helplessly, as if this alienation wasn't one-sided for Dylan. After having a lover, I also have no strength to stick with him anymore. I furrowed my brows, looking out the window outside. The dark clouds were slowly approaching. I suddenly remember Dylan's sensitive nose. It's raining like this; he must be very uncomfortable. It may be a good opportunity for me and Dylan to make up.

He lashed out at her, and under his glare, she shurnk away and began picking up the clothes she had taken off and running into his bathroom. He barely acknowledged her as he buttoned his shirt up, and for the first time in history, he was so anxious about what Elana has to say that he didn't bother to leave the three buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, and proceeded to button up everything, and soon he was rushing downstairs like mad man, desperate to hear what Elana came for . Seeing the picture of Amara brought back so many memories that he was nostalgic only thinking about her. He wanted her but she had refused him and had ran away. Did she realize how much he loved her and was willing to ma

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

He shattered my hopes of getting away from him by making that announcement and he owed me an explanation. For the rest of the party, we pretended that we were a loving couple but as soon as we got into the car to return home, all hell broke loose. The anger and rage I’d be stowing away returned in full force and I had no hold on it. “I didn’t take you to be a cheap and shameless liar, Mr. Reid,” I started, a humorless laugh accompanying my words. A lump formed in my throat, threatening to spill the tears of frustration I’d been holding all night but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me in my most vulnerable state. If his plan was to break me, then he’d failed. I stared at him, w

I said as I saw her turn on her heel and click away from me. I sank back onto the sofa as soon as she departed, feeling a headache building on. Why was she so set on marriage? I was completely satisfied with the way I was spending my life—satisfactory and alone. I had no desire for a girlfriend. Even if I had any of those requirements, I could find a willing companion at the neighborhood bar.

The girl continued to advance, and the guy backed towards the door across the kitchen. “Please,” the guy raised his hands in front of him in a protective gesture, “I can’t cross the threshold, otherwise I’ll become a dog again!” - Go away! - Anika screamed, not wanting to listen to his nonsense. - Psycho! She pressed him against the door and forced him to open it. The castle was surprisingly closed. Turning the key, the guy opened the door, and Anika forced him out the threshold. Taking a couple of steps away from the door, he looked at her reproachfully. A few seconds later there was a bang. A cloud of fog - and instead of a guy, a black dog with blue eyes, wrapped in a curtain, was sitting

Larry asked. “How about telling him to call it off?” Calvin muttered like the answer was obvious. He didn’t care about Larry’s feelings. He could go fuck himself, but if this was the only way to get to the girl, he would use him. His friend would be disappointed in him, but where had listening to his friend brought him? He was miserable. “Put an end to this madness.” “I can’t. You know why he’s doing it.” “Doesn’t love conquer all?” Calvin mocked. He ran his fingers across his hair and shook his head. “He’s choosing work over love, and you’re letting him? Way to go.”

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

Marry me. I shook my head at his ridiculous sentimentality. "You still don't get it. I chose you out of rebellion, then clung to you because the price I paid was too high. In the end, I saw it was all an illusion and let you go. "The whole process was driven by motives, resentment, but never love. Without love, you're no different from a stranger to me now. Understand?" Truth or lies—it didn't matter anymore. But he grabbed his hair, his face twisting in anguish.