Runaways Hits Novels & Stories

Anika shrugged and left the piece next to the dog. “Sorry, I can’t offer anything else,” she said, looking at the dog. - I don’t have dog food. Looking outside later, she discovered that the dog had eaten what was offered. The hot day, smoothly turning into a cool evening, ended with swirling clouds in the sky and thunder in the distance. Having prudently closed all the windows in case of a thunderstorm, Anika got ready to go to bed. Flashes of lightning flashed through the window, followed by peals of thunder. The girl drew the curtains tightly and, lying down on the bed, wrapped herself in a blanket. Heavy drops drummed on the glass, setting the frequency. The rain lulled me, but the sharp

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.

Dylan dragged his exhausted body out of the hotel room, having tidied it up as neatly as possible. At least Bernie wouldn't suspect that he didn't have the courage to stay there. So, Dylan decided to run away, afraid that Bernie would wake up and see him there. When Dylan returned to the hotel, his face was pale, his legs trembling, and his back aching. Danny happened to be in the living room and seeing Dylan like this, he furrowed his brows.

I could get mistreated but my baby doesn't deserve even the tiniest form of inconvenience. I was cut out of my train of thoughts as the door burst open making me abruptly turn in shock. My heart raced as Enid stormed into the room, his eyes ablaze with anger. I instinctively took a step back, feeling like a trapped animal. "What do you think you're doing, Hayley?" Enid's voice was sharp, slicing through the tension in the room. "I...I..." I struggled to form coherent words, my mind racing with fear and desperation. "Running away, are you?" Enid's tone dripped with disdain as he advanced towards me, his footsteps echoing loudly in the room.

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

He was sincerely taking good care of her! Amelia couldn't bear to watch anymore. Turning around, she ran out. Amelia didn't know how long she had been running. She heard someone calling her name, but her mind was in a mess. She couldn't focus on anything else. Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing honk. Amelia felt like someone had gripped her and spun her around a few times. Then, she heard someone throwing insults. When Amelia registered the person in front of her, she slowly came to her senses.

The cemetery was large, covering many acres, but Jim had worked there nearly six months now, so he knew the quickest route. As he ran down the asphalt path Jim felt the ground beside it rumble. Whatever had been underneath the shed was now chasing him. It was in the earth right beneath him. Something was terribly wrong, things like this shouldn’t happen. What had Cundle been doing in the shed to cause this to happen? Jim’s heart pumped and the blood sang in his ears, colours seemed brighter and his vision was sharper. Jim could pick out individual blades of grass and petals on a daisy. His cousin, a head-case who’d done two tours in Iraq, once told him this happened under fire. In fight or f

Eloisa woke up panting. She was sweating profusely like she had ran a marathon. Her eyes were still unfocused. She rubbed a hand over her face. Waking up from nightmare was not unusual for her. After that traumatic day, there had not been a single night that she did not have that nightmare. The first few nights she would wake up screaming at the top of her lung, waking up her mother and brother in the process. And sometimes a few neighbors too. After one month passed, she learned to contain her screams. She told everyone that she did not have anymore nightmares. At first, her family did not believe her. But when she started acting like everything was normal, they started to believe that she

This is the first time this has happened to me, but I have no time to worry about it. Then I run, even more, taking advantage of the fact that I can see, without looking back, avoiding rocks and trees so fast that I don't understand how I do it. Behind me, there are noises of an animal, but it must be my imagination or so I hope with all my forces.

I run as fast as I can without any direction in my mind. Bullets were continuously fired in my direction but I kept on running until all I could hear was my breathing. I have no idea on whose territory I landed. What matters to me is that I am far from those who betrayed me. I am far from everyone who sees me as a criminal. I finally stopped running and hid behind the huge tree. I winced in pain as I pressed my wounded leg to stop it from bleeding. I hadn’t regained my strength yet when I heard footsteps nearing.