Novel & Cerita She's A Runaway

She felt a surge of fear, knowing that she had to get away from him as quickly as possible. Without hesitation, Adelaide dropped her suitcase and took off running, her feet pounding the pavement as she sprinted down the sidewalk. She could hear Lucas behind her, his footsteps getting closer and closer. Adelaide's heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she ran for her life. She didn't dare look back, fearing what she might see. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead, her mind focused on escape. As she ran, Adelaide felt a sense of desperation wash over her. She knew that she had to get away from Lucas, no matter what it took. She was determined to start her new life

"Girl, are we ready to get this dog-and-pony show going?" The remnants of an old spark shone in her hazel eyes. "And then it's a jail break back to New York." I squeezed her hand. "Damn right. I seem to recall you kick ass at those." "I did. Just maybe I will again."

For the first time in years, I felt powerless, as if everything I valued was slipping through my fingers. Finally, the team managed to pinpoint Emma’s phone’s last ping just outside an abandoned cottage—the perfect hiding place. A surge of determination bolted through me. This was the closest lead I’d had. It was about to dawn, but I was desperate to reach them before the light, so I could use the darkness to camouflage myself. I started running, speeding toward the last known location. Because I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I wouldn’t stop. Not until I had Emma and James back, safe, where they belonged.

Safety. She ran.

The girl ran because staying meant getting hurt again. Not once. Not twice. Every day. Her stepmother’s voice. Her stepsister’s hands. Always something waiting for her the moment she stepped inside that house. So she stopped trying to stay. She ran. Not toward anything, just away. Away from the shouting. Away from the looks that made her feel like she didn’t belong there at all. She wanted a place where people didn’t look at her like she was a mistake.

But on the other side of the room, the gossip was not so kind. "I heard she’s a runaway," a girl with bright red hair muttered. "My mom saw her at the grocery store with a baby. She doesn't have a husband. She probably got into trouble in the city and had to hide out here. I bet she isn't even 'niece' to that old woman Martha. She’s probably just a stray they took in." "She thinks she’s better than us because she’s quiet," another girl added. "She acts like a princess, but she’s just a mountain girl with a messy past."

I tucked it inside my backpack and ran away. "She's escaping! Stop her!"

Her long, wavy chestnut hair streams out behind her, whipping against her back, which makes her think that she should have carried an extra hair tie with her. Lately, running is the only thing that makes her feel free, untethered from all the rules within her pack. The sounds of birds chirping and squirrels rustling in the bushes provide a soothing melody to her ears as she runs faster, wanting to feel the wind on her face and the dirt beneath her feet. Today and tomorrow, she is expected to spend time with Miles in her room in the huge pack house. She feels uncertain about it and so, she is planning to escape the spending-time-with-her-mates event by pretending that she is working really ha

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

unconsciously, tears rolled down her cheeks. Sure, she's glad that she was able to escape from her parents' clutches, but she can't help but long for them. They've always been good to her after all, spoiling her and giving her everything she wants, aside from THAT. That was the only time that they were so bent on controlling her, yet that was also the only thing she can't let them decide for her. ---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee.