Novel & Cerita She's A Runaway

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.

Like the universe tied two broken wires together and hoped it wouldn’t explode. “You’re hurt,” I said, scanning her quickly. Gash on her side. Not fresh, but bad enough to slow her down. She shrugged like it didn’t matter. “It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing.” I stepped forward, taking a shirt Kieran ordered we keep for emergencies from the big tree beside us, before handing it to her “What happened?” She flinched and stepped back. “I can't stay, I'm on the run.” Her voice cracked on that one. Just slightly. Enough to make my fists clench.

Her reply was tucked in with it, as if she'd been keeping both halves of our conversation safe in the same place. I read them until my eyes ached and then I lay down on the motel bed and put my hands over my stomach in the dark. "We're leaving tomorrow," I told the ceiling. "We're going somewhere new." I had decided, sometime between the graveside and the ruins and the reading, that I could not stay. Not in Fairview. Not anywhere near the wreckage of everything that used to be my life. I needed somewhere that didn't know my name. Somewhere I could be just a woman and a pregnancy and a plan, without being the girl whose house burned down, whose husband left, whose grandmother was gone.

It wasn’t hard for her to interpret his unspoken command… Run. She kicked off her heels and sprinted as fast as she could. With Darius and the others holding them off, her sole focus was reaching the border. Once there, they wouldn’t be able to touch her; it was law. But would she truly be safe among the rogues? The uncertainty nagged at her, but she pushed forward, determined to find out.

I stared intently at her eyes and for a minute, I thought I caught her cowering but then her gaze burned brightly. “What are you up to and why are you really here?” I questioned in a deep voice, still overcome by arousal but she merely shrugged. “It’s the price I have to pay for my freedom, isn’t it?” My gaze narrowed at her and my brows drew together in confusion as I tried to make sense of her words but I didn’t need to as she explained further. “If fulfilling the contract is the little price I have to pay to get my life back and to be free, then I’m ready. I’ll give you the child you’re desperate for, and as soon as it’s born, I’ll gladly walk out of your lives without a second glance,”

Tears ran down her face like a dam. "I have to go far from here mom cause I have no idea how harmful I can be. I need to get away before anyone else gets to know." "This shouldn't be happening. But you can’t leave just like that Mia. We have a big day ahead—“ "I grew furs and claws mom!” She cried bitterly remembering her transformation minutes ago. Mia tried to think of where she could go without Asher or anyone else finding her. Then she remembered Barbara had sent the number of the man with her house keys in her display message. Mia secretly thanked her stars, she was going to leave to California as soon as the day break. She can’t face Asher. What was she to tell him had happened to her?

And he wasn’t about to let her forget that. The Panic Before the Escape Claire’s hands shook as she threw clothes into a bag. She couldn’t stay. Not after this. Not after realizing that her entire life had been orchestrated. She had been a target. Not a lover. Not a partner. A pawn. She grabbed her passport, her fingers trembling. She would go anywhere. As long as it was away from him. Her breath hitched as she reached for the door. But the second her fingers brushed the handle— A voice.

She says, then leaves. ​ No, no, no. I already broke the promise I made to grandpa once; I can't do that again. ​ I can’t lose her like this. I walk to the counter and ask about her flight, but there’s no flight boarded in the name of Sloane Prescott. ​ “You need to check properly, check for Sloane Camden,” I shout at the lady at the counter.

Something that I can’t. “Why are you taking her to see Asher?” I ask. Madison speaks up before Mila can. Her big brown eyes fix on me. “He’s going to help me.” “How?” “Madison …” Mila whispers, but she doesn’t interfere. The blonde girl rubs her hands up and down the outsides of her frail arms. “I escaped a brothel owned by a terrible man.” The pieces click into place as I look between Mila and Madison. There’s only one type of person Mila would be this protective of. “You’re one of the girls that he …”

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.