Runaway Novels & Stories

Tears pour from my eyes, staining the page as I stare at the last item on the list. RUN AWAY AND START OVER. I cross the point and scribble something else. ESCAPE THIS MARRIAGE AND START OVER.

In an instant, I hurriedly grabbed a coat and ran out of the house. Dylan's back appeared. He was standing next to a taxi, I went crazy trying to grab him back, but it was too slow. Dylan was one step faster than me. He quickly got into the car. I ran to hold the door of the taxi. We struggled for a while, and even the taxi driver got angry. Suddenly, Dylan angrily glared at me, then shouted, Bernie, quickly let go of your hand!"

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore But I kept runnin' For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Home where I belong Oh, no, no Now take me home Home where I belong Ho, ho, ho N

Demi's pov The first time I ever ran away was out of "seeking safety " for I hoped for a better place for my brother and me. The second time I ran was out of uncertainty cause my new second chance mate looked like he had the prospects of being just like the first but the runaway wasn't successful at all. And the third time, the third time is now and why am I running this time? I am running out of fear, fear of the fact that I would ruin the lives of the people I care about the most. Firstly, Haris has never been in good condition due to my inability to provide any, I couldn't do anything about his illness or his well-being.

He makes me work like a slave in his house. I know I have to run away from the lights. It sounds like a party or a feast is going on. I do not want to run into a cult that is busy celebrating something. I changed direction and started running towards an old building I saw standing alone. I have to survive tonight. I have stolen the last money from my father's house. I will take a train to another city far away and find a job, but I hope my father never finds me. I don't look where I'm going. And the next moment, I trip. I try to get up and run again, but a giant wolf is standing before me. If there's one thing I know, it is not to turn your back on a wild animal.

A beacon of escape amidst the chaos that surrounded me. Drained yet determined, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I considered the possibility of running, of breaking free from this nightmarish dilemma. Maybe-just maybe-if I could reach that door in time and disappear into the shadows, they wouldn't find me. It was a slim chance, but in that moment, it was the only hope I had. With each passing second, the urgency grew stronger. Maybe if I…If I run, they wouldn’t find me…escape—there was a escape.

Piles of clothes sat on the starting bank, right beside a bright red boundary line. “Oh, this is the Gauntlet,” Reagan said, leaning forward, eyes locked on the screens. “It’s a pure speed run, but it’s entirely unpredictable. They have to decide now: run it as a wolf, or shift and run it as a human.” Emerald eyed the dark, sprawling track. “Which one’s better?”

None of us could do anything. The day felt slow. Every minute dragged. Every second was heavy. Zayne stood suddenly. “I can’t sit here.” “Where are you going?” I asked. “I need to run,” he said. “I need to feel something else.” He stormed out of the house. I knew where he was going. I looked at Steve. He nodded. “Let’s go with him.” We ran out too. Our wolves needed to be free. Our hearts were breaking. Zayne shifted first. His wolf was fast, wild, angry. He ran like he wanted to escape the pain.

I roared in the rain, “Why? Why would a good mate and father violate a teenage wolf younger than his own offspring? Why did my own father abandon me?” For almost a year, I had nothing to eat and nowhere to go. During the day, I wandered the streets searching for food—sometimes finding leftovers from fancy restaurants, other times facing pups who recognized me and threw stones. Most of the time, I was starving. At night, I slept in a cold cave, waking almost every morning to the painful sound of my own stomach. Day after day, night after night, I grew tired and desperate, wishing to end my miserable life.

I run from everything. But I'm done running.