Runaways Joan Jett Novels & Stories

'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."

"I said several things in the hallway." "You said you were running out of cities to hide in." I pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders. "I said that, yes." "How long have you been running, Jules?" I thought about it honestly. "Since I was twelve," I said. "Since my little sister went into the lake. Everything after that felt like — temporary. Like nowhere was somewhere you could actually stay." He was quiet. Processing, the way he always had — not filling silence with noise, just sitting in it until he had something worth saying.

Joan quickly did our makeup, careful to not put any mascara and eyeliner on my bottom lashes since I had been crying and would probably cry again before the night was over. “Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate you! And now you get to officially join the pack!” I smile happily. I know eventually I would find a way out of this thing with Callen. Come hell or high water, I would do whatever I had to in order to be free from his clutches and when I was, I would join the Lone Star pack in a heartbeat! “GIRL! OH. EM. GEE! I am SO EXCITED! I can’t WAIT to mate with Jackson! He’s the sexiest man I’ve EVER seen!....No offense, of course!” Joan blabbered.

The maternity gown which she was wearing was now drenched, making her look as If she just had a shower in the rain. As the soil soiled Joanna's feet, she remembered the first time she ran away from her cruel mate. Even if she went back in time, Joanna knew she'd still make the same decision, not caring what the outcome was. "Take a rest. We start in 15 minutes again," Alasdair coughed, trying to hide his smile which he was obviously failing at, seeing as Joanna glared at him. Joanna couldn't be bothered to act shy or embarrassed anymore as she was drained more than ever but in a way, she was enjoying the thrill.

“No, I swear! I heard her. She’s close!” Her expression softened, but she still didn’t believe me because she couldn’t hear it for herself. “Sweetheart… let’s just go back to the packhouse.” I shook my head and yanked my arms from her grasp. “No! I know what I heard.” With that, I ran toward the girl needing help, not minding my mom’s disapproval and call. “Please… Someone…” I halted in my place, frozen, as I saw about five bulky Rogues cornering a severely wounded girl. Her clothes were drenched with blood and were torn to pieces. Her face was pale from a loss of blood, and she was… she was not healing.

It is because of all these wrongs that I ran and will keep on running. The safe-haven I call the town line finally comes into view, bringing renewed hope into my being. I take the chance to pick up speed and rush into the safety net. I feel some resistance at first as if some invisible force is trying to keep me out, but I keep pushing forward, and soon I am safely across, relief causing my nerves to settle down. I turn around to face my pursuers with a smug grin, slowly walking backwards as I take in each of their faces.

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.

We were almost there when Joan held my hand and told me to stop walking, I looked at her skeptically because I didn't understand why we had to stop and as I was about to ask she shouted "Run! They're coming" and without any other warning she sprang off in the opposite direction and I had to follow suit although I was not as fast as her and I started panicking when I heard the sound coming from behind us and it didn't take long for me to realize that it was the Mayflower pack that was chasing us. We were about to be caught for trespassing and I could not let that happen because now it was a full pack and the mercy Joan had from the Alpha when she was caught was not going to be extended to us

Suddenly, the adjacent room's storage area erupted in a deafening explosion. Flames burst forth, consuming that space, making everyone to lay on the ground. The fire starts to spread, and Ethan and Oscar sprint away from the storage room, abandoning their captives. "Get out! Now!" Ethan yelled at Oscar. Oscar's face drained of colour. "The whole storage room will burn!" he yelled at Ethan. As they fled, Lyra's pleas echoed through the chaos. "Please leave...! Save yourself." The Head Maid stood firm, her hands frantically searching for a way to unchain Lyra.

Gasps rippled across the cathedral. Before anyone could move, utter a question, or stop her, Teresa lifted her dress, turned around, and ran. Not just out of the aisle. Not just out of the church. Out of her old life. And into one she had no idea waited. THE CITY THAT HIDES ITS SECRETS Greyfall was not kind to runaways Rain lashed down in sheets as Teresa ran across the courtyard, the lace of her gown trailing through puddles. Her veil ripped away, flapping behind her like a ghost trying to flee from her head.