She's A Runaway Novels & Stories

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…”

I ask her. “Running away.”

Outside the window, the city moved with its indifferent energy, exactly as it always had, as if the specific terrible things that happened inside specific apartments had no more weight than the ordinary ones. She had done what she had come to do. This was the last viable move on a board that had been narrowing for weeks, and she had made it with precision, as she made all things. What came after was not something she could control from here. She went to pack her remaining things. She was leaving the city at the end of the week regardless — she had a sister in Geneva, a standing offer to visit that she had never taken up, a life that existed outside the orbit of Adam Casey that she had not bo

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.

My heart skipped on hearing her last word and she must have seen the expression of shock on my face. “Oh, he didn’t tell you?” She made a pitiful face but it was gone the next second. “You’re not the first girl to have warmed his bed, my dear,” she stared down at me and pretended to shudder. “If I were you, I’d run far away from him and you better stay away from my man, peasant,” She turned on her heels and strutted away, leaving me there speechless and stunned.

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 …”