Runaway Runaway And Say Goodbye Novels & Stories

Stacy's Pov 'Run!' Star shouts in my head. 'What?' 'Run, you fucking idiot.' Oh, I don't have to be told twice. 'I just did.' I can feel her roll her eyes in my head. Speeding off at her words, I ran from Matt with him hot on my tail. 'Run towards the rocky area up that hill.' And I did exactly as she told me, I reached the top of the hill and stopped. Waiting for Matt to catch up with me. He gets before us in jeffy with a wolfish grin on his face.

I turned and ran for the exit, screaming for the convoy to move. But I knew. I was too late. -------------------------------------

I'd chosen a man like me, someone who was destined to stand above all others. Austin was only briefly caught off guard before he took the lead again. His kiss became fierce and aggressive, stealing my breath. Amid the clash of our lips and tongues, I heard him say domineeringly, "This time, you're not getting away from me, Mrs. Hammond."

"You're finally admitting it, then. If Susan is so great, then go ahead and divorce me already! The sooner we split, the sooner you two can have your happily ever after!" Charlie was the same back then. He knelt before me, singing praises of how kind, gentle, and virtuous Susan was. He claimed that meeting her made him feel like his life was finally worth living.

I said, looking majorly at Damien. "Unfortunately, I'll miss you so much. I wish we had more time now." Damien mumbled, he sounded so much like someone sad. “We'll still see tomorrow or something," I said. “We will, it's just not today. Goodbye anyways, I'm leaving with him." He pointed at Henry. I bade them goodbye then I ran into the house with a bright smile on my face. I really can't wait to tell Grandfather about this, he'll be so happy.

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.

Why did Natalie and I have to be left to suffer and die, while they got to walk away with everything? I'd make sure they paid for everything they did. I'd make them feel every bit of pain I went through in my past life. I'd like to see how long they could keep up this little act. … Since Joseph had lost his memories, it was only natural that he wouldn't believe me right away. Still, it wasn't a total loss. After all, he did say that he'd book the earliest ticket back. If everything went well, he should arrive in about two days. I would only need to stall for two more days now.

Too many thoughts! "Promise?" She asked again with her worried look. I nodded at her. And I can see her face turned hopeful. "Yeah, of course, I promise. Happy life, yeah? I'll try. Thank you for this little chat. Tell Howard I said hi, okay?" Sophia nodded. "well then, I think I'll need to go. Goodbye is it, then?" "Goodbye Alpha." With that, I left and walked back to the kitchen where the pups still played around.

“How many?” “Three vehicles. Guardians—has to be,” Damien growled, drawing his weapon. The chase exploded into high-octane fury. Their cars weaved through narrow roads, cliffs dropping sharply to one side. Aiva’s voice crackled over encrypted lines: “Backup en route, but they’ve jammed signals partially. Hold!”

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.