She's A Runaway Novels & Stories

She needed to go far away from them, better to escape now before it was too late. She turned on her feet and dashed for the nearest exit, she didn't think much, she just ran fast, her hair scattered around her face, as she ran, she was a coward and didn't even stand up for herself, a disgrace to ladyhood and sisterhood which was obvious. S9 she ran, something she was good at. She didn't stop and still would have not stopped if she hadn't run into a wall or so she thought at first, because it felt hard and chiseled, he smelt of hospitals and bleach-like someone just came outta the hospitals. Without thinking she embraced him.

When I tried to get into the car, she tried to open the door on the passenger's side. I snapped, "Stop. Could you just get off my back?" I had raised my voice a little. Jeannie froze with shock, though I saw her shoulders shaking. Seeing her like this annoyed me even more. "I know you're after my family's funds. Don't worry, the investment is still a going concern even if we don't marry. Happy now? If you are, go away." When she did not respond, I stepped on the gas and sped off. Those inside the private lounge of the bar, both familiar and unfamiliar, were discussing my running away from the wedding.

"Fuck your lies. Fuck your abuse. And fuck this life sucking marriage. I'd rather die than spend another day trapped with a disgusting motherfucking excuse for a husband like you.” For the first time in years, I wasn't scared of him. I was completely, irrevocably fucking done. Then I turned the doorknob and threw the door open. I didn't even stop to put on my shoes. I snatched them up and ran barefoot down the stairs as fast as my trembling legs would carry me. Kayla was still standing by the front door. The moment she saw me, her face drained of color. "Amelia... are you okay?" she asked, her voice thick with worry.

It says running, but in reality, in everyone's eyes, this running speed is only a little faster than the speed of a normal person. Just as she was about to approach the taxi, a long arm wrapped around her waist. “My money. Without money, how can I…” “Without money, how can you run away, right?” In her ear, a cold voice interrupted Ashley. He coldly asked: "Huh? Right?" Ashley was a bit stunned... No, of course not. She wants her money back because she needs a lot of money, she has to pay off all her debts, she has to complete the deal... Her money. City A of her dreams. Her wish.

As if they spared her for their desert. Run! Her mind told her. And for the first time, her body listened and her feet began to sprint away from the murderers. She ran and ran. Ignoring the dead bodies along her way. She ran while she looked back when they just stood still, staring at her. She ran, panting while tentatively looking in her front direction and to their location. The six hyenas growled as if waiting for the order. She ran despite the pain on her head and on her chest. She regretted why she had to be in the city. She regretted it. If only she stuck to her plan on staying in her room, reading her book, this wouldn't happen. If only she hadn't listened to the bullying of her steps

Her determination to survive radiated through her, fueling her desperate escape, as she raced towards the uncertain sanctuary that awaited her. "Run Khushi. Run for your life. Run as fast as you can.", Khushi spoke.

"Andrea Brigadier, what the hell's wrong with you? Do you know how many girls would kill to marry Lucien Denver? By the count of three, you better get your ass up on that altar and say I do!" "It's all part of the plan Liliana" I said as I wiped my tears away. "What plan? There was a plan and you didn't tell your best friend?" Lilian asked surprised. "I didn't tell you... I didn't tell you because it involves me escaping, running away" I said trying to make Lilian get the whole point but she was more confused than ever. "Running away to where?" She asked curiously. "I don't wanna be alpha, and neither do I want to marry Lucien. But they are both duties I must carry out. So that's why I and L

“She is escaping!” “She is heading here! Run for your life.” The last came from the servants near the gate. They considered her a scary, heinous human. She looked back to see they were closing in on her. Five of them. And far behind them was him, observing the runner and the chaser. Her tragedy might be entertaining. Let her legs break! She pushed herself beyond her limit although she was still in recovery. Her lungs were burning. She outran them despite them looking stronger until she tripped over an exposed root of a tree very close to the first stage of her potential freedom. Spitting out dirt, she picked herself up to see they were already surrounding her. Her determination to fight them

She must get away from him, but she just could not think of anything just then! Curling into a ball as she sat feebly by the road, she looked just like a miserable and lonely puppy abandoned by its owner. She was too afraid for Isaac to return to the mansion, but she had nowhere to go. Without money and anyone to depend on, her survival now hinged on money. Rising to her feet then, she decided to go home to Spencer Villa—it seemed that she must get some money from Lionel. Having made up her mind, she stopped a taxi, calming down considerably as she gazed out the window along the way to Spencer Villa.

Hers, she knew, held nothing but desolation. Channing fled. She thought she heard someone shout her name but she didn’t stop. She skirted the area where Gemma was fending off Cash and ran straight out the door. She didn’t quit running until she’d arrived at the horse trailer. She madly packed the few personal items she’d brought with her. She dialed a cab company to pick her up and take her to the airport. She didn’t care where she escaped to as long as it was far away from here.