She's A Runaway Novelas e Histórias

“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

If she wanted to escape, it should be there… “Don’t think you can run away.” ‘Of course, I can,’ Layla smirked and took a long, deep breath. She waited for the perfect timing for her ultimate runaway plan. She would never let her enemies have leisure when catching her. “This peasant dared to smirk on me. I’ll suck you dry, little wench!” The agitated black-haired guy sought her together with his accomplice. Layla readied herself and just before they caught her, she slipped through below and jumped on the mud. She could have already smiled victoriously if not for the thick mud she was in. Just like she thought, it was no longer the sticky mud she was treading earlier but a flood coming from t

She stayed at Byron's place, too tired to celebrate with anything more than an evening of TV watching. She was bringing some yogurt from the kitchen when Byron jumped up from the couch and threw the TV remote across the room, uttering a profanity. "What's happening?" Emily cried as Rupert stood up and gave a low whine. "It's my ex!" Byron pointed at the screen, wearing the same expression as if he had seen a worm there. "Coming this fall," the announcer of a film trailer said, "from Papyrus Pictures... She was a woman who escaped the shackles of civilization... only to be bound by the chains of love."

Dylan dragged his exhausted body out of the hotel room, having tidied it up as neatly as possible. At least Bernie wouldn't suspect that he didn't have the courage to stay there. So, Dylan decided to run away, afraid that Bernie would wake up and see him there. When Dylan returned to the hotel, his face was pale, his legs trembling, and his back aching. Danny happened to be in the living room and seeing Dylan like this, he furrowed his brows.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

Meanwhile. Merida was running her ass out from the huge villa that had her trapped for almost like forever. Disheveled and messy all over but she wasn’t giving a damn about her appearance. The most important thing was that, she finally got her freedom back. She was determined to escape from the hell she was in. “Almost f’cking there! Almost there!” She kept on mumbling her words like she was comforting herself repeatedly as she ran in a higher speed. Her feet bleeds with each rough twigs stabbing her flesh fiercely but she kept on going her way. She can't be caught!

He thought silently, with an excruciating pain erupting in his chest. “Carissa, my love”, he whispered and took slow steps towards her. She froze at his statement and slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. “You should listen to me”, Stan was saying when she pushed him away again, this time harder than she did at first. Without uttering any more words, she swirled around and made to head out of the premises. Almost immediately, she stepped on her long gown and unexpectedly, was on her way to the hard ground. She landed on the ground with a thud and let out a loud scream, clutching her toes and whimpering in pain.

“That’s why you didn’t marry this man. I mean, I assume you didn’t because you’re living in Portland and vacationing here alone.” “Oh, no, Brian. I couldn’t marry him. Once I was left alone in the dressing room at the country club, my mind began to churn. I couldn’t imagine being married to a man like that – or him being the father of my children. My future children and I deserved better. I grabbed my bag and ran outside before anyone saw me. I . . . commandeered a golf cart all the while wearing my wedding dress and got off the grounds as fast as I could. My grandfather had taught me how to drive a golf cart ages ago,” she explained. She continued on with her story of how she escaped New Yo