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.

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!

She didn’t need to urinate, she needed a break away from all of them. Hana should have brought her phone. At least she would have busied herself with a game. She found the restrooms after asking direction from the bartender. Stepping out, she leaned a shoulder against the door and sighed. This wasn’t the life she wanted for herself. If after everything, Kyle still didn’t want her, she would leave. She escaped a loveless marriage with Charles Black, so she could also escape this one. With Kyle, she wasn’t even expecting love, just the care and affection he already showered.

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

Angela pretended to mediate, adding, "Jessica, don't worry. I'm the operations manager now. If anyone at work gives you hell, just let me know—and I'll fire them!" Oliver glanced at me dismissively. "What kind of trouble could she face? Due to something as trivial as a wedding, she ran away. Now, she's learned that making money isn't easy and wants to get back together. Even if she faces some hardships, it's still better than being unemployed." Hearing Oliver speak so lightly about it, I couldn't help but frown. The wedding I had meticulously planned for three years was given to another woman. How could he consider it trivial?

So I chose to play the role of the unwanted girl from the countryside. Back then, without hesitation, I had secretly sold the downtown apartment. With the proceeds, I paid off the debts his father had left behind, giving him peace of mind to focus on his career. The rest of the money went toward covering his business losses and providing countless chances for trial and error. And finally, he made it. I had stood by him through it all—from a rented apartment to a home of our own. I had given up my youth willingly. But now I realize that self-delusion really is an illness.