Runaway With A Baby Novels & Stories

His hands gripped the wooden sill so hard splinters dug into his skin, but he didn’t even flinch. “They won’t stop,” he said again, the same words he’d spoken minutes earlier. His voice was lower now, dangerous, as though saying them carved them into reality. “Not until they get what they want. Until they own us.” My fingers clutched my belly. The baby kicked, as though reminding me it was listening too. That every word mattered. “What if we run?” I whispered, though even as I said it, I knew how foolish it sounded. “What if we just disappear? Leave this city, leave this country"

John’s voice was quiet. “What?! Mr. White, the doctor says the baby won’t survive if this continues!” John’s gaze was icy. “Let her take the baby to hell with her.”

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.

She waved without minding the people around, With tears in her eyes, she fell to her knees allowing her pains to captivate her. “It's a good thing, you made the right choice, your family would have suffered the consequences of your ill intentions! “How could you think of running away with the man's baby!!? “I'm not pregnant! A voice said behind her and she turn to have a look but suddenly a clothe covered her nose and face, she was unable to see anything.

Alexander screams at me. I grab a few things for baby Belle. I put her things into a bag. I reach into baby Belle’s crib and pick her up gently. I run for the window. I hold my baby close to me. I look back at my father, and then I jump out the window with my baby in my arms. I use my vampire speed to get away as fast as possible. I am sorry, Erick. I cannot risk her life. I cannot put your pack before our child. I hope you will understand I am going this for her.

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.

'What are you going to do? "Run," I said, staring down at the pile of money. "Three years. I've saved enough. Time to find somewhere new."

Ivy’s POV I run and run as if I could run forever. I love this new wolf body! I soon leave the forest and I come out on a deserted lumber road. I know I must get further away from the mental hospital. Who knows who might be following me? Soon enough Theodore will be notified about my escape and he can send out an entire search party to look for me. I need to get far away. I’m not sure which direction to go. I look one way and then the other. When I look back, in the distance I see a big 4 x 4 vehicle coming toward me. I rush into the trees and I shift back to human.

I said. " Alright, Thank you very much" he said. " you're welcome Sir" I said then he turn to leave. " your car has been refilled, your tire has been pumped " he said walking away. " thank you sir " I said then I lay back on the bed. __________________________________________ (Next Day) Author's POV There was a woman in the bush running with a five month old baby on her left hand and a nine years old girl on her right. There are about nine men pursuing her with guns and and some other weapons.

Helen followed with an ambulance. Virginia, on the other hand, was convinced that nothing would happen to her. She packed her bags, put on makeup like she was heading for a honeymoon, and dressed in an extravagant outfit with a large hat. “Perfect! I’m ready to go with your daddy.” Virginia approached Santiago, but the boy was burning with fever, the result of overwhelming stress. He had relapsed and needed immediate care. The child opened his eyes slowly. He couldn’t even speak; he was too weak.