Runaway The Book 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.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

“They’re coming. Sooner than we feared.” Cinthye clutched the edge of the bassinet, her exhausted body already aching to protect her children. The babies stirred at the distant rumbles, tiny cries rising. The sanctuary lights shifted once more to combat crimson. Footsteps thundered in the halls as the crew mobilized again. The new chapter had begun in blood, sweat, and tears—but the shadows were closing in fast. With four helpless heirs now in the open, the chase for their survival would test every bond, every defense, and every ounce of love they possessed.

I ran toward the broken stone wall that marked the edge of their land. I climbed the stone wall. The stones were slick with rain. I scratched my hands but I did not stop. I fell onto the wet earth on the other side. I stood up and ran again. I ran until my legs shook. I kept moving. I was alone with no one to run to or help me. I was afraid of the world outside. I was without protection. But I looked back at the house. It was dark and cold. I knew running away was the right thing to do. I was finally breathing free air that was only mine. I kept running away from their possession. I would not stop now.

There's no way I'm getting inside that car. So I did what I have to do. I stepped on his foot with my leather boots and ran away as fast as I could. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's running. And I mean that both literally and figuratively. Running away from my emotions. Running away from my family, my friends. And if I could I would have run away from myself, too. Running away for my lif would be no problem at all. He won't be able to run after me with that foot. Nor can he drive either. School wasn't too far away, I'll be safe there.

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.

Before the police find me — or worse if he does. A woman is dead. A child is without a mother. I've made a mistake and now I need to RUN! END OF BOOK TWO

In the house, when the shy man noticed that no one had followed the man, he asked, "Bro, could it be that no one is keeping watch here anymore? Did they leave for real?" The tattooed man shook his head. "I didn't hear any engine sounds. With their statuses, they couldn't have left on foot! He must have figured out our plans. "If that's the case, let another man leave from the other side!" So, as Brandon watched, another man swiftly ran out. Brandon hesitated for a moment before running after him. When the tattooed man saw that, he smiled. "There! Let's go!" Amelia narrowed her eyes and screamed when she was being dragged away.

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”