She's A Runaway Novels & Stories

The other policeman yelled, quickly changing tactics to rally the crowd against her. She could hear the rising commotion behind her, but she never stopped running. Her lungs burned, and her legs felt like lead, but she pushed on, fueled by sheer willpower to escape. They wouldn’t catch her. Not now, not ever. The sky had already begun to darken at this point, a clear indication that she had spent the entire day preparing her escape and running away. She felt her lungs burn even more from running so much. But she couldn’t stop as well, her life depended on this runaway mission.

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.

“How kind of you to join us.” Every gaze sharpened. I felt like an exhibit. The silence stretched, then someone laughed. Someone else spoke. And the room slowly returned to life. But the looks didn’t stop. They were curious, judging and hungry. Everyone knew. They knew that I was the woman who had run, the woman who had disappeared. The woman who ‘died.’ The woman who came back with a child. The Drakov heir. “So that’s her.” A woman whispered to the man next to her.

The moonlight cast a spectral glow over the landscape, illuminating her path as if the very heavens were watching over her. Her footsteps echoed through the night, the ground a blur beneath her as she sprinted towards the unknown. The distant sounds of pursuit followed her like a haunting melody, a constant reminder of the danger nipping at her heels. She ran with a single-minded purpose, each breath fueling her determination to escape the clutches of her captors. Elara's breath caught in her throat as she tried to find her words. Her voice trembled as she managed to utter, "I—I need to escape. Please, help me Please, I need your help. They're after me. They want to take me back."

She clawed at his face and chest as she wriggled free from his clutches. He was astounded by her resilience and for a minute came back to his calm nature. She looked into his forest green eyes before running out of the alley. Her bag and clothes were left behind but she did not care. The road was secluded, not a soul in sight. The snow now formed a blanket on the streets and everyone was indoors. The forest lay between her and her home and Edith looked at the tall trees looming over swaying in the gentle breeze. She sobbed hard, looking at her bare feet. The cold was creeping into her bones and her teeth jittered. She looked back at the dimly lit street before taking off into the forest. Edi

I say as we walk up stairs to her apartment. She packed up her clothes while I waited in the kitchen. She came back out with a back pack and a suit case. "Ok this is everything I don't need anything else." "Ok are you sure?" "Yes let's go" she said hurrying put the door. Once we where on the freeway I ask "who are you running from" "No one" lily answers to quickly "I've seen running before and what I saw back there was just that." "My boyfriend he's abusive I had to get away, please still take me"

she says. I look at her across the table. Sixteen days ago she was a runaway with four hundred dollars and a fake name standing in my headlights. Now she is standing in my safehouse at two in the morning, reading Anton Reves strategy with the cold precision of someone who grew up inside it, and the dissonance between those two images does something to my thinking that I don't have time for right now. "We need to talk about the drive," I say. "Now. Not later."

Lisa had done a lot for her today, so she decided to give her some answers. "I ran around the arena 10 times," Layla said. "What? Ten? Oh my! Have you ever run that much?" Lisa asked. LAYLA’S POV When Lisa asked if I had ever run that much in my life, I almost said yes. I frowned at my own forwardness; what was wrong with my mouth? Was it going to spill out all my secrets to Lisa? I knew she would have asked follow-up questions like when, how, and why if I had said yes. Reflecting on my narrow escape, I thought back to when I finally managed to escape from my abusive pack. I had run because my whole life had depended on it. But I must have been running on pure adrenaline back then.