She's A Runaway Novels & Stories

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

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Kristina run as fast as she could that she almost could not breathe because of the exhaustion she felt. Kristina run and run there is no turning back away, where she had escaped from Milan, Kilan, and the Adults. All Kristina thinks now is to go back with Aster where she knows that she could be safe. Because while she felt that she is not in Aster's pack then she would be worried about her safety.

he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once." Damon nodded, his eyes gleaming with a hint of the same anticipation that coursed through Zach. "The rumors, Alpha? The one of the runaway?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Zach grinned, a flash of teeth in the semi-darkness of his study. "Oh, she'll be there, Damon. I feel it in my bones. My little runaway will finally be mine." He stood, his gaze piercing and dark.

She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of this before, but this was also her first trip above ground in several weeks. "Great," she thought, coming down from her temporary high. "Now I've got seven hundred dollars. What the hell do I do with it?" She walked back over to the Taco Shack and purchased a few items off the value menu. She'd need to conserve money if she were going to . . . "Do what? Runaway? Away from the only people who have ever taken you in? But what about what Mindy said?" She walked towards the alley where Ben usually slept, her brain working overtime. The idea of running away was so deeply ingrained in her character . . . but Red. Her skin grew warm and her heart fluttered

Her clothes are grubby, not her usual classy style. “What happened to your parents. Was that all a lie? Was there ever a rich family and a house in the Hamptons?” I watch her warily, trying to piece this altogether. My head going back to before, and everything I thought I knew about her. “No……. I’m a runaway from London, whose smack head mother used to pimp out to dirty drug dealers to keep her in heroin. I was hustling street corners from the age of twelve to keep her in supply. I ran away as soon as I saved enough and well… here I am.” She raises her brows with a sardonic smile that screams ‘broken little girl’ and for a moment that tug of empathy gets me low down. One tiny little hint of

“Does anywhere else feel uncomfortable?” The moment Alyssa opened her eyes, the men immediately gathered around her, their faces full of concern. Marcus stroked her head and said, “Don’t do something so dangerous again. We’ll worry.” Alyssa’s eyes reddened, and she clutched Elio’s hand. “I’m sorry. I was just too scared. Running away from the wedding back then was really my fault. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore…”

Prison would be preferable. The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced. She wanted to escape. She quickly got up and tried to run away. Nash watched her retreating figure without making a move to stop her, knowing she couldn’t escape. A cruel smile formed on his lips, sending chills down one's spine. Miranda ran as fast as she could, not even looking around. She had no idea what the house looked like, only picking a direction and running blindly. She ran until she was out of breath, too scared to stop, fearing Nash would catch her.

She has never felt this nervous before not even on her first performance night. Delphine doesn’t give it another thought before she turns and bolts for it. She can’t do this, she can’t stay here and let someone else dictate her life again. The sandals she wears aren’t the best for running, but she doesn’t bother to stop and take them off. No, she just wants to escape. Blood roars in her ears, but she distantly hears Tiberius’ footfalls behind her. All she can think is that he’s going to catch her and she does her best to run faster away from him.

Her suitcase sat beside her, and in her coat pocket was her passport and a one-way ticket to Florence a place that felt so far away, she thought to herself. She wasn’t just running away. She was escaping. There’s a big difference. Escaping from Damien Blackwood’s cruelty. From Katherina’s hateful whispers and betrayal. From all the lies, the mind games, and the constant feeling that her life was being controlled by people who smiled sweetly while hiding sharp, bloodstained teeth. Her lips trembled as she whispered a prayer through clenched teeth. She just needed to make it to the airport. To start again. To be free from a painful love.