Runaway With A Baby Novels & Stories

Else he definitely wouldn't have seen any necessary reasons to feed me with birth control pills regularly. I paced the room going back and forth as my mind raced with possible ideas on how to run away. I couldn't help but let out a sigh looking at the few clothes I had packed in my duffel bag. Come to think of it, was I even meant to take clothes while running? It seemed like there was no possible option. How was I supposed to run away without immediately alarming the guards? Heck, if I got caught in the process Enid would most likely order that I be thrown in the dungeon and I didn't want that. I could get mistreated but my baby doesn't deserve even the tiniest form of inconvenience.

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.

Without waiting for a response, she turned and ran, her footsteps echoing as she fled into the crowd. Confusion washed over me. I stood there, dumbfounded, the baby now squirming in my arms, her wails piercing through the sudden silence. My heart raced. What just happened? Why was this woman abandoning her child? “Hey!” I shouted after her, but the crowd swallowed her up, and she was gone. The baby’s cries grew louder, more insistent. I cursed under my breath, trying to calm the little one. I rocked her gently, though I had no idea how to soothe an infant. My instincts kicked in, and I tried to comfort her, murmuring soft, meaningless words as I scanned the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse o

"There's no need to run. Mr. Hayes would like to have a very lucrative conversation with you. Just sign a few papers, and you'll have more money than you can spend in a lifetime." I didn't look back. I pushed my burning legs faster, my breath coming out in ragged, terrified clouds of white mist. I wasn't going to let them buy me. I wasn't going to let them take my baby away. But as I rounded the corner onto a deserted, fog-choked side street, a sharp, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen, dropping me to my knees on the cold, wet asphalt.

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.

“Safe room. Now.” Joey didn’t hesitate. She scooped both babies in one practiced motion, the older woman’s arms surprisingly swift and sure. “Go!” Addy shouted at her, and Joey snapped a hard smile, the kind that was more armor than pleasure, then bolted toward the safehouse tunnel, feet carrying them like a blur.

I admit, my voice thick with emotion. "Scared of what this would mean for us, for our families, for the baby... But it's not something I can hide any longer, Anthony. It’s time we just had a difficult conversation. I ran away not because I don’t love you, but because I was petrified of raising a baby within the mafia. What kind of violence would our child witness, endure? What enemies would have him or her as a target on their list? But then, when I ran and came here, I started thinking. Is this the right life for us? For my baby and I? For my baby to never know a father or an uncle. To never have a sense of community and people to love. For it to be just me and our baby - all alone in this

WEST'S POV "Run!!" Luca shouts. "Go with the baby and Sam." Thank goodness, I'm a hulk; I place my baby on my back and wrap another cloth over her tightly on my chest. I do everything with demon speed. I lift my fiancée in my arms and walk out through the back door. I check both sides; it's really cleared. I memorized the map in my hands before shoving it into my pants pocket, and we started moving out through the bush tracks.

~Nona~ I’m running through a field. I feel like I’m trying to reach something or someone, but I don’t know what. I just know that I’m compelled to keep running. I see something in the distance, so I run fast to try to catch it. I can see a baby lying on the ground. The baby is smiling and movings its little legs and arms up and down. I reach out to the baby, but I can’t quite reach them. I keep running toward the baby, but it seems like the baby keeps getting further and further away.

" Mateo thought as he gently released his tight grip on me. Mateo walked in and grabbed my baby, trying to make him stop crying, but he wouldn't stop until I forcefully carried him away from him. He prepared his formula and watched me feed him. A few minutes later, there was chatter all over, and immediately Mateo jumped over me, took the baby from me, and ran away through the back window. "Run Elina! Jump through the back window!" Mateo screamed. I looked forward and saw wolves all coming to my side: "Mateo was right; this man will not stop until he gets my son, and over my dead body would I allow him to do that." I muttered as I dashed swiftly through the back window, and we both fled.