She's A Runaway Novels & Stories

A mere surrogate runaway carrying his child! "Spread the news worldwide, spread her picture and his name, whoever had even a glimpse of her report it to me. Announce that there will be a generous amount of reward." He said this to Max the day after the surrogates runaway but until now, there's no news at all. Mew busied himself with the PI that he hired, currently they were fixing the images that they got for clearer evidence. The 3D Footage almost made the picture clear along with the picture of Hanna in the biodata that has been submitted along with the contract, even his own description was added to it.

She didn't stand up at first but after a minute, she did. As she kept walking towards the door. With each step she took, I just wanted her to turn back and tell me it's a lie. I wanted her to tell me how badly I'm wrong. But she didn't. She left. Fuck it. I ran outside to the woods, I didn't change, I just kept on running till I shifted. I didn't stop. I ran till I got to one of the lakes. Yes, I'm not a saint either. I've gotten laid multiple times. But the image of my mate wrapped around another man is more painful than I Imagined. I let out a painful howl.

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.

She made a quick note, anyone worth contacting should understand the runes enough to figure it out. Then she set upon the bigger task. Selling off what she could for cash, which would be easier if she didn't have fake I. D’s and was under 18. She wanted to get away from her old home that held so many cruel memories and thought it easier to sell along the way back to West Virginia, so even if they thought twice about her she would be gone. Her strength was returning slowly, gods and spirits alive and well, brightening her world. She had made a decision. no more running. No more hiding. No more coasting through the middle. If they wanted savages that's what they would get.

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

I texted. Called. Nothing excessive. Nothing demanding. Just simple: Are you okay? Talk to me. I’m here. Usual check ups. Silence. And then three days ago, I saw it. Her I*******m story. Airport window. Captioned: New air. New energy. Location tagged in a different country. Of course. She ran. I should’ve expected it. She practically narrated her escape plan that night without realizing she was doing it. I don’t stay.

If he killed someone by accident, there were plenty of ways, other than getting his claws dirty. Therefore, I finally understood—I was nothing but a fool, laughed at not only by him but by the entire pack. Today's drama was never about love. It was a show, carefully staged… just to humiliate me. As their mocking laughter and applause echoed around me, something inside my chest froze over. I lowered my head, just wanting to disappear. To leave quietly. But then, a she-wolf slowly stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of me, blocking my way.

“She was my sister.” (Tessa’s POV) I reached the field just in time to see movement near the old well. But when I moved closer—there was no one there. Only the echo of two sets of footprints heading toward the southern woods. I followed. Faster now. Please, please don’t let me be too late. (Ignas’ POV) “You’re lying,” I whispered. The woman didn’t flinch. “I wish I were. I was there the night your mother ran. I helped her escape the Flame-Born.”

she whispers relaxing back on her chair She turns to me, her only released fingers cupping mine on the table, “I escaped and I tried to reach you but I couldn’t, so I decided to leave the state, the country, anything to run away from these crazies” she rolls her teary eyes with a scoff “They got to me first though and that night he shot at me, but i think he rethought his plan, He wanted more power over you when the time came and they decided to fake my death instead” She gulps her eyes narrowed at my form