Running Novels & Stories

“I’ll kill you…!” I spun around and ran into the jungle barefoot. I didn’t know where I would go in the dense forest. As long as it saved my dignity, I was ready to take the risk of my life. I would never let it happen. I would fight until my last breath. I removed the tape from my mouth and kept racing through the forest. Suddenly, I tripped over and landed on mud, grimacing. “Here she is..!” I went numb when I heard Connor’s amused voice.

Daisy still kept silent, calm as if nothing had happened. Dash’s head was like mud, he couldn’t remember anything. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his head. A few blurry, fragmented images exist in memory. To stop Daisy's annoying crying. Dash sees Daisy as nothing more than a stuffed animal. Cover her nose, pinch her cheeks, spread her mouth, strangle. Being bothered too much. Daisy also reacted a bit. Mumbling something, she turned over and leaned in the other direction, continuing to sleep.

It’s Saturday, after all, and I’m running on my favorite track at Central Park, my shoes hits the concrete in a steady thump, thump, thump, in sync with the beating of my heart. The sunrays is peeking through between the trees, another early birds are busy with their pick of activities. They're warming up, riding their bicycles, even those yoga enthusiasts are already making pretzel pose with their bodies.

Rebecca: Sliding across the tiny sliver of leftover road, I eye the infected as they try to reach Bailey. Still sitting down, her face hidden behind her legs, I say fuck it to sliding and start running. Extending my arms so they're all the way out, I start running in a straight path, one foot directly in front of the other.

THEN RUNNING. Living room. Not 3:01 PM. 2:59 PM. Clock. Mantle. We wait. Every day. _Click._ 3:00 PM. _Gate._ Beep. _Bus._ Hiss. _Running._ Feet. Small. Fast. _Silence. Front door. 3:01 PM._ Door burst open. Alex. Shark backpack. Off. Floor. _Thump._

She ran straight. "Ava, am I able to shift while being pregnant?" "Yes, but I think you should go somewhere safe. Think about things clearly. I'm sure there's an explanation." "No! Take me far. As far away from here as you can." "Alright, Riley," Ava said in a sad tone before Riley shifted. Torn clothes scattered across the ground, and the sound of heavy paws pounded against the road. Ava had run for an hour straight before they stopped outside of the pack grounds.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Taking a glance around the living room, he noticed the front door was left open. 'Oh no, she ran away!’ Without giving it a second thought, he ran after her, following her scent, which seems to be everywhere. The farther he ran, the farther her scent went, leading him into the forest. He prays nothing bad happens to his mate. # Kimberly kept running, not planning to stop anytime soon. She had no idea how long she has been running, all she wanted was to be as far away from him as possible. The only thing she could see around her were trees. She finally stopped running and fell to the ground with te

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Grayson gave Amberleigh a side eye as she got on the adjoining treadmill. She couldn’t help but glance at his numbers and the man could fucking run and do it well. He was clocking in at ten miles an hour and had covered three miles in twenty minutes. Barely broken much of a sweat either. The boy had stamina and could probably go like the energizer bunny in the sack. If he actually wanted to fuck the girl with her legs spread before him anyway. He could do so many things well, too bad he was a shit person. But most of the pretty ones were.