Runaways Joan Jett Novels & Stories

handed the tray over to jewel and walked to the window. It was a dead end. Jewel knew too well that she would be caught. She made for the door but immediately heard Joan scream” you killed him didn't you!?“her tone bore pain and rage. She was vexed and she turned into a wolf” how could you Ana?“. Jewel thought the door was opened but Joan had bolted it. She struggled with the lock but Joan was closing up on her. She dodged her strikes and took refuge in a little space between two shelves. Joan was angry. She threw the shelves down and an antique fell to the ground with a piece of it giving Jewel a sharp cut on her feet. Jewel made for the door this time successfully unlocking it. She ran as

Joe laughed hysterically and stepped back: "Fuck, Bernie, I'm right. That's why you're angry, aren't you? People like you are like me…." Joe's words are so shrill that I want to cut off his dirty tongue. I kicked Joe in the stomach, then turned and walked away, Joe's laughter still ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes tightly, and I remembered Dylan's horror at the sight of my madness each time.

She’s just too fixed on it. Cinthye waited outside the operation room door, waiting for her mother. She expected the hospital to do it’s thing. It’s job. “Cinthye Cator?” A young woman sat next to her, she excitedly took pictures of her. She immediately cover her face with a mask. But it was too late. People were caving her in. Cinthye push through, she ran as fast as she could. It didn’t matter where her feet bring her to. SHE JUST WANTS TO RUNAWAY.

“Come on, we need to go. NOW!” “Jenine, we… we can't run. We can't. We're surrounded already,” her voice quivered. She has heard it too. The sound of running feet thudding the ground furiously towards them. “I don't care!” Jenine screeched. “We have to try!” She swallowed hard as she looked around. “This way,” Laura croaked. Jenine raced after her immediately, her long hair flailing behind her. They could hear the footsteps closing in on them very quickly.

Fernando returned to Helen’s house. He would live there now. She helped him prepare for his mother’s funeral. News of Cristine’s death spread faster than wildfire. Everyone was talking about her shocking suicide. Even someone with unresolved business with Fernando heard the news. Virginia, who had fled from the authorities, had changed her appearance to avoid capture. She was now allied with Jean. With the downfall of Donovan & Associates, Jean had no choice but to cling to her failing small business.

unconsciously, tears rolled down her cheeks. Sure, she's glad that she was able to escape from her parents' clutches, but she can't help but long for them. They've always been good to her after all, spoiling her and giving her everything she wants, aside from THAT. That was the only time that they were so bent on controlling her, yet that was also the only thing she can't let them decide for her. ---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee.

Some of them whispered behind their hands; no doubt I could hear them. “She doesn’t even look upset.” “Six years and she doesn't care.” “Alpha Richard did everything for her, and this is how she repays him?” If only they knew what it was like to be cast out, to rebuild a life from nothing. Thunder rumbled overhead, matching my mood. Perfect funeral weather, I thought bitterly, watching pack members huddle closer under their umbrellas. I remained where I was, letting the first drops of rain hit my face. It felt fitting, nature mourning what I couldn't.

I watched her unconscious face and felt a pang in my chest. It was all my fault that she was in this condition. I felt regret flood me. Jerome's men where still chasing, their earthy smell growing stronger. Without further ado, I put her on my back and ran, masking my scent. JOAN I ran through the dense woods, the guards closing in behind me. My heart thudded in my chest as I sprinted through the rain-soaked forest. The slick ground made each step a dangerous gamble, and the relentless rain providee a chaotic background to my escape, with the drumming of rain drops on tree leaves and the squelching mud beneath my feet.

she said hurriedly and I stilled. "What?" "Mother, what are you saying?" I asked in confusion. "I said you have to go in place of Miley. The Alpha hadn't met her yet nor had he met you. So you'll get married instead…" she said in a curt tone as she released me from her hold. "Poor Miley, my mother pouted. She must have been so scared that she ran away from home.." she whimpered sadly and I stared at them in disbelief. Miley ran away from home because she wanted nothing to do with the beast of an Alpha, now my mother was telling me to go in her place. Was she not even scared for her daughter?