She's A Runaway Novels & Stories

Arianna My head snapped toward the door. Damian’s eyes locked with mine, dark and intense. I pushed away from the table and ran as fast as I could. “Arianna… stop!” Damian’s voice thundered behind me. I didn’t stop. My feet slapped against the cold floor. I held my stomach with one hand and my dress with the other. I can’t let him catch me after what I’ve heard. I turned a corner too fast and crashed into a servant. She gasped as her tray fell with a loud clatter.

The camp fell quiet, the only sounds the crackling of fires and the distant drip of water somewhere in the caves. "We need to decide what to do with her," Senna announced, her voice carrying authority despite the rough edges. "She's a runaway from the Iron Claw Pack. Julian's elite trackers were hunting her—I saw them myself. Now she's here, eating our food, taking up our space, potentially bringing trouble to our doorstep." "So kill her and be done with it," a man called out. He was missing an eye, the socket covered with a leather patch. "One less problem."

"What is it now? Did Rena change her mind? Tell her this time, I won't—" "Alpha!" the servant burst out, voice shaking. "The villa's on fire! The Luna's trapped inside!"

I asked. “I'm sure he's fine,” She replied and made to move again, but this time I turned her to face me. “He's the price for my carelessness and if he reunites with me, I'll have no other choice than to leave your side and go back to he who owns me,” She replied with a hard face. Does she ever not feel a thing? “Why do you say so?” I asked in confusion. Was she a runaway slave? “Because I'm a runaway bride!” She yelled.

she shot back, air-quoting her exaggerated frustration. “Haven't you heard that patience is a virtue,” I quipped. “Besides I thought you didn't want to go to this party. Why the rush?” I arched a brow at her through the mirror. "I don't," Alicia muttered, slumping onto my bed. "But if I have to watch Jake dance with Melissa, I'd rather get it over with." Her fingers absently traced the sequins on her navy dress. I set down the mascara and turned to face her. "You know you don't have to go at all, right? We could have a movie night instead."

I was shoved into a cell and started to feel the effects of the wolfbane. I have to protect her. She is special. She is chosen by the moon goddess. "You betrayed your Alpha and your Luna! Don't touch me!" I heard her being shoved into the cell next to me landing with a thud. "Ashleigh?" "Sam, oh Sam they are gone they are really gone." I could here her cry. "Don't worry kiddo you still have me all the way." "He even took my phone... I cannot even warn Aston... I cannot even call Alpha Dean..."

You escaped. And found freedom, she whispered. He tightened his arms around her. And love. Teresa leaned into him. The runaway bride was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew exactly who she was. And where she was going.

"Wake up, Runa. You have to wake up now. Wake up!" As the sun shone brightly upon her face, Runa woke in a panic. Not knowing where she was until her memory served her to remind her she was a fugitive now. Everyone is against her, her pack hunting her down like wild game. North, she had to keep moving north. Standing and stretching her aching muscles, she started north again.

“Rune didn’t have her. He was just as surprised, he aid she escaped from his men. Which is impressive... or horrifying.” "It's horrifying Zayn, she could escape from Rune what else is she turning into in the space of a few hours after a little argument!" I groaned in frustration, hating the fact that it happened, hating Caleb over and over again and wanting to go back to rip his head off. I turned away from him and stared into the trees. I didn’t want to admit the fear clawing at my gut. She escaped Rune’s clan. That meant she was out there, on her own, somewhere.

she read Piper's written message. With her lips pressed, she squeezed the note and tossed it against the wall. “What on earth was she thinking? How could she do this to us?” Lyra yelled, her nostrils flaring with anger. “I need to fix this,” Lyra thought, her stare glued to the white wedding dress on the bed. Without thinking twice, Lyra puts on the wedding dress with a white veil covering her face. She packed her hair just like Piper did. “I hope no one will find out about this,” Lyra prayed, rubbing her sweaty palms together. She believed she could protect her family's reputation by pretending to be the runaway's bride. By being the Runaway's Replacement.