Runaway With A Baby Novels & Stories

"Go. Now. Through the window, down the ivy. Don't stop, don't look back. If you love your baby, run." "Come with me." "I can't. Someone has to stay and cover your escape." She pushed me toward the window. "There's a safe house marked on the map. People who'll help you, no questions asked. Go there. Hide until you figure out your next move." "Luna—" "Go!" I climbed onto the window ledge, my pregnant body awkward and slow. The ivy looked fragile beneath my hands. The door burst open behind me. Kane stood in the doorway, his expression transforming from concern to rage as he took in the scene. The open journal. The scattered photos. His sister's guilty face. Me halfway out the window.

I had to escape. “I’ll finish her,” Elena said, voice deadly. “Sam, get her. She can’t afford to leave.” Somehow, a surge of desperate strength propelled me forward. I ran, as if possessed, my legs carrying me with blind determination. The world spun around me, every shadow threatening, every heartbeat pounding in my ears. I ran until my legs gave out, until the pavement rose to meet me like a nightmare, until I tumbled into the path of a moving vehicle. “Protect my baby… protect my baby…” I chanted over and over, clutching my stomach, until darkness finally swallowed me whole.

away from my own shame. I heard Aling Bebang calling my name, but I didn't look back. I kept running. I run as fast as I can without minding the rain and the cold wind. I run as fast as I can without minding the fact that I am pregnant and it's not good for the baby I'm carrying. I outrun a runner with my speed, even with the rain and my pregnancy as my reasons. But still, I run fast. I don't know where I'm going... I don't know where this road is leading me... all I know is to run... run away from my problems.

I pointed out the route to Bernie, "If you have no more questions, let's run." “I need to leave early today so I only ran five laps!” Having said that, I warmed up for a bit and then started running. When I had run a lap, Bernie caught up with me. He seemed like a regular exerciser. Half a lap in the park is also more than a kilometer. Bernie is not breathing fast or showing any signs of fatigue. He adjusted the pace to match me, then said: “My mother just called. She said that I needed to go home a little early. I'll be back with you soon."

His eyes softened. And I want you in my new life. If you’ll stay. Larris throat tightened. I'm not a good man. You became good for me, she whispered. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them again, he whispered. I’ll stay. EPILOGUE THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO CHOSE HERSELF Months later, Teresa stood on a balcony overlooking Greyfall City. The wind carried the scent of rain, but this time, she wasn’t running.

As The Head Maid disappeared into the smoke-filled corridor, Lyra's desperate cry echoed: "Please don't turn around. Save my baby!" Kai cries pierced the air as The Head Maid sprinted out of the storage room, Kai clutched tightly in her arms. The baby's wails gradually subsided as they emerged into the deserted corridor. The Head Maid's frantic gaze scanned the empty halls, searching for anyone to aid their escape. But silence greeted her. Just ahead, Oscar and Ethan stood, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames engulfing the storage room. Ethan's eyes sparkled with malice. "They burnt to death?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

New plan. "Run baby." I shouted to Tristan. I turned on my heels and holding Tristan tightly, I ran. "Mummy!" Tristan began to cry as we ran, and I had to lift him in my arms. The weight of the two kids I my hand slowed my speed considerably, and I all but wobbled as I ran away from the men chasing us as fast as I could, but they caught up with us. One blocked my path, his red eyes screaming murder as they glared at me, while the other two surrounded me.

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.

“I wish I could run away, Cara.” She regretted those words as soon as they were out of her lips. Hana wasn’t cut out for the real world. Her father might be a monster but was financially responsible. They never lacked. The first and last time she tried to run away, she had experienced an abandonment, a complete lack of wants. She couldn’t do that without a plan. A plan that involved getting her sister and mother out of this hellhole disguised as home. “You can,” Cara said. Her sister knelt by the tub with the tips of her golden hair sinking into the water. Cara looked more like their mum. But one thing the kids shared with their father was his big nose. “We can, Hana. We will go somewhere.”