Novel & Cerita Runaway

Taking advantage of the distraction, I seized the moment and made a dash for freedom. I raced through the open terrain, my adrenaline fueling my every stride. The urgency of my escape propelled me forward, and I didn't spare a second to catch my breath. My mind was consumed with the fear of getting caught, and I repeated the mantra, "I shouldn't get caught, no," to myself as I ran with all my might.

She appeared to be saying, "I broke out of my cage, and I don’t have the means to build a new one. So the bones are right here with me and I have to build. Yes, the bones are right here with me." Abednego racket his brain and sow the only way is to storm out of the house and run for his dear life. He figured the way out. As Maimuna cocked her head and grinned at Abednego, he bolted from the booth and raced out of the door. He looked back to see Maimuna grinning that evil sneer of hers. Abednego ran down a narrow road, hoping and praying that someone would pick him up. He put all his effort into getting away from this place, this experience, this life he had made. He ran into the night.

Talia mumbled, “Are you serious? You’re a man, but you don’t have a driving license?” Kayson said helplessly, “I came from a small village. We don’t use cars over there. Besides, if I’m really pressed for time, I can even run faster than a car.” Talia was rendered speechless. “Oh please, stop bragging. Do you know how fast a car can go on a highway? 74.56 MPH! If you can run faster than a car, then you aren’t a human anymore.” Kayson thought for a moment and said in a serious manner, “I can’t keep it up for a long time, but if it’s just for a short amount of time, I can run even faster than that.”

But it was safer than the alternative. I was learning that everyone here was running from something. Tommy the bartender had gambling debts that would get him killed if he went back to Chicago. Big Mike had done time for assault and couldn't find legitimate work. Even Sable had ghosts, I could see it in the way she went quiet sometimes, staring off at nothing. "The thing about running," she told me one night as we shared a bottle of cheap whiskey on the roof of the clubhouse, "is that eventually you have to decide if you're running toward something or just running away."

I force my wobbly legs to move, as I walk to Mark´s car. I rub my sweaty palms together and take a deep breath. “Are you okay? Why are you shivering?” Mark asks immediately after I enter. “Just drive Mark.” I manage to say, holding my chest tightly. “Are you sure about this Sloane?” Mark´s gaze meets mine. “There is no going back once we leave this place.” “Yes Mark, I am sure.” I force a reassuring smile. I must leave this city Rowan before notices. Not like he would care, but my parents and his grandpa definitely will. I can’t let anyone stop me from starting afresh. I must do this for myself. Every step away from that house feels like healing, and heartbreak.

'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."

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

-Love always, Momma, Scarlett The tears fall freely down my face. This was the very last entry of the journal. I know that Luka was born February 21st. We celebrated his 17th birthday this year together. “Oh, what a fool!” I screamed out. I was sobbing now. For not only Scarlett and myself, but for the sweet baby that was growing inside of me. I know that as soon as this baby is born, Carlos will rip them away. Over my dead body he will get away with what he has done. This journal is not done yet, Ameila’s story will not end here. I pull out a pen and begin to write on the next empty page. In the unlikely chance I get out of here. This will help me nail that asshat to the wall. Or in the mo

Rather than sit there and await capture on a platter of gold, i decided to prepare an escape—Run. I took off the slides I was wearing and dropped it in the hole while I slowly climbed out. There was a thick forest ground close by—one of the places I sneaked out to witness the fight of roaming rogues. This was the only feasible option for me. It didn't matter if I get killed by a wild beast at that point. I didn't want to be a slave. I ran. I didn't stop. I kept running. The thought of the new born baby crossed my mind and it gave me more energy to escape. I was too scared to look back. I was scared to find a pack of wolves chasing after me as my tears rolled backwards into my ears while I li

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on