Runaway Novels & Stories

Just because I'm physically challenged doesn't mean I'm not able to do the same things that people who can walk do. Drake must have seen the face I pulled at Archer because he jumps in with, "Just because Jace is physically disabled doesn't mean he can't do the same things as those of us who have full use of our legs." Oh no, Drake is pissed, this isn't good.

They love it, buying a house away from all the New York noise and settling for a beautiful home out in the country. "Ok, I guess it's time we make our way out before we lose our plane. You guys ready? Say bye to mom and dad?" Loretta says to Aiden and Emily. They stand, Aiden is a bit reluctant to turn off his game until Jake gives him the look. He gets serious, but honestly Aiden has just as big of a temper as he does. Aiden turns off his console and walks towards us.

Lying back against the car, holding my bruised neck as I gasped for breath, tears welling up in my eyes, I made a decision within myself. I wanted to make a run for it, but would I really me able to escape either of them if they decide to chase me, especially in the wolf form? I look at the car and noticed that Aidan had left the key in there and the car engine was still revving. The thing was, I couldn't even drive. I might die in the process, or get caught before I start driving away even. I decided to chose the former, and when i.was sure the two were preoccupied, I took off my shoes and began running as fast as I could.

When that kind of gaze fell on the remaining two, they knew that the only thing that would save them at that point was to take to their heels and run as fast as their legs could carry them. As if they could read my mind, they turned around and began to run away. "It's too late for you. You should have done that some minutes ago." I spoke more to myself than to them. They should have known the strength and speed of a Vanshant, that it is second to none. Trying to run away was regarded as underrating the speed of the strongest species of werewolves. I also took to my heels and sprinted towards them, as they ran down the hallway.

Cara stumbles backwards away from me, as if stung by a horde of vicious bees, her lips trembling slightly as more tears wet down her face. That first night she kissed me, that first time, I fucking felt alive. Resurrected. Like something dead in me sprung back to life. Now, I can't help but feel that I have just ruined that happy memory. I keep ruining everything. Coward. You are a fucking coward Dane. Our pack is at least a twenty-minute run from White Moon, our neighboring pack. I know I will regret the next decision I am about to make for the rest of my miserable, fucking life.

But now I realize that self-delusion really is an illness. If I didn't care about myself, who else would? Numbly, I stood up and prepared to leave for the airport. But as I opened the bedroom door, I saw Gaius sprawled on the sofa, his face worn out with exhaustion. Noticing my suitcase, he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "What's this? Another one of your running-away-from-home stunts? Why didn't you answer my calls?" I glanced at my watch and replied calmly, "What do you need?"

" Ember was pissed as well. She was even more disdainful of Amelia now. Amelia didn't say anything. She just listened to them arguing. She thought, "What can I say? Tell them that Liam never touched me?" It would just give Ember more reason to be mad. "Calm down, no one is stopping you from talking. Look at yourself. Do you think you're behaving like a potential grandmother?" "Dad, Mom, I'm full. Don’t stop eating on my account." Amelia couldn't stand it anymore. She hastily ran away as Ember's shouts pierced the air behind her. "Look at her! What a terrible attitude!"

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

I claim out loud. I sound insane, but I feel like one! The sun is barely rising. It must be no later than seven in the morning; my mother must be serving coffee and freshly baked bread. She’s going to kill me. I run my hands through my hair, which is messy and full of grass. I hastily take it off as I start walking home. As if by magic, my future husband comes to mind: his cold, steely gaze. Today is my wedding! I drop the delicacy and make my escape, desperate, running to my home to shower and try to go unnoticed. I run through the trees, who seem to judge me. The squirrels see me, furious. The birds sing a melody of prejudice and infidelity.

Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat. Having received freedom, the dog spun on the spot and moved away from his liberator. “Well, now you’re free,” Anika said, watching the dog move away, “and it’s time for me to go home.” Pleased with her action, she waved goodbye to the departing dog and returned to the path, hurrying home. My soul felt somehow light and joyful from the good deed done. Today's attempt to shorten the path was not in vain, bringing salvation to a living creature. And everything would have ended with pleasant memories and sensations, if a few minutes later she had not noticed that the rescued dog was following her.