Runaway Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

But we were already gone. I forced myself to keep calm, my eyes locked on the road as I weaved through the narrow, winding streets leading back toward the city. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to go faster, to put as much distance as possible between Evan and us. But I knew I had to stay focused, to get us home safely. As I drove, James looked up at me with a mixture of confusion and concern. “Mummy… why did we run away leaving Daddy? Why are we going away from him?” he asked, his small voice breaking through the silence.

“Fine. Let’s talk about you then, shall we? Are you thinking of running away, Shawna?” My breath hitched, and I felt Cara stiffen beside me. I forced myself to keep my expression neutral, even as panic began to creep in. “What are you talking about?” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Oh, come on. It’s written all over your face. Packing up your little empire and vanishing into the sunset with your mommy and kids? Cute. But let me tell you something—running away would be a huge mistake.” Her words struck a nerve, and I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my emotions in check. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said through gritted teeth.

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and

Amber’s POV Alpha Dale’s uncle smirked at the stunned silence that followed his words. “Runaways.” He repeated with a mocking jest, rolling the word around on his tongue. “That’s the story. Alpha Dale’s precious mate ran away because she couldn’t stand her dangerous power. She couldn’t stand being a danger to him or anyone else. Of course, her friends went with her.” Janine lunged forward, but the guards held her back. “You sick, lying piece of—!”

I typed in waning moon pack and different links popped up, I clicked on the first one I saw, its title grabbing my attention: RUNAWAY IN CAHOOTS WITH RAIDERS. The Waning Moon pack had recently survived a raid only to discover one of their wolves missing. The Alpha’s son, Adrian, who had reportedly been a witness to the runaway assisting the raiders pack things- steal from the pack. The runaway in question was an orphan that the pack had taken in and looked after as one of their own. It is hard to believe that the goodwill of this pack could turn around and betray them. Goes to show you that there

“Come on, a young girl of perhaps not older than twenty out on the road and found curled up in a car trunk with her backpack at that time of the night? That just spells that you must be running away from something or someone honey.” “Well you can deny it all you want but I would have to let you know that I don’t like women, especially runaway ones. They reek of trouble, just as you do to me now which is why I am not willing to let you go just yet.” He said to Brenda.