The Kite Runner Novels & Stories

I nodded approvingly when it make out a comfort in my heart after the pressure within me, and insight came into mind as I said, “Someone just struck by the beauty that just appear in this place... Is it helping me to felt good, or just welcoming me?” Scanning around, the blue light came to vision that barely seen, around the blue light is a familiar figure I barely believe is right at the summit this of all time. I murmured his name, “Alarkin...”

I drowned in more ways than one in that single moment. Tony was right. I wouldn't be able to leave-- not because I didn’t want to but because this man had long set the trap and he was never going to let me out of it. He was consuming me fast, absorbing me into his world. I must run-- run far away and keep running. This was no longer a savior, this was my predator.

Looking at the elegantly dressed woman in revealing clothes before me, I felt dazed. After several years, Lindsey was still stunning, but... I stared at her in the backseat, lost in thought. Was she really my "delivery" today? "Drive. What are you staring at?" Lindsey frowned, her voice ice-cold. That snapped me back to reality. I looked away and started the car. Though I appeared calm on the surface, my mind was in turmoil. I'd started this courier business three months ago. Instead of packages, I delivered beautiful women - or maybe they were packages, in a way. Living, breathing, beautiful packages.

“It was awful.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” Alpha Zane said solemnly. Having found his mate had already made him a new man, or he had been this man all along, hidden under the layers of bruteness. “A couple of my men were nearby and were unfortunately too late to give any assistance. I heard they didn’t even give the fallen the rites of passage.” “As we escaped, I only glanced back once.” Rune voice quivered for a faint second. “To my parents.” She bit her lip to push back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

"Ready babe?" The young male grinned at his friend as he turned the steering wheel and took the first turn to the right and off of the main road, entering a gravel path between tall and rich trees. They were now driving to King's Estate just like that old lady had instructed over the phone yesterday, the girl still sulking in her seat as she had openly expressed her disapprovement of the whole ordeal. "No. Why did you make me do this? What if there really lives a weirdo? What if it is all just a phony so whoever the hell lives there could trap innocent girls and rape them or something?"

As he stood by the window, looking out of it, his back to Damon, asking the girl's question, he looked at the road, and he thought: "Holy fuck" "What?" Damon called. There was the guy they were looking for, running down the road, running in a zigzag in case there was a shooter overhead. At one point, he turned, seeing Derinem at the window, and threw a middle finger at him. "Damon, he's getting away." Without waiting for a response, he jumped down from the window. Jumping down stories, his hands supporting himself on the rail before he landed on the ground on his hands and feet.

I feel my existence means nothing in my Pack. My brother trying to remain optimistic that things will change back to normal. The pack treats us lower than the omegas of the pack since our parents died in the war. Oh how I miss them. The day will come I will run. I will run as fast as my legs can take me. I am just waiting to turn sixteen. Then I will receive my wolf. My brother is supposedly be Alpha but the Beta took over the Pack stating my brother being Eighteen and just received his wolf is too young to run it.

His knuckles brushed her collarbone. She caught his wrist before he could pull away. His pulse was there, under her thumb. Faster than she expected. "Talk to me," she said. "About what." "Anything. Something that's not about us. I need—" She exhaled. "I need to not think for a few minutes." He hesitated. His wrist was still in her hand. Then he started talking. Not about them. About Nietzsche. A madman with a lantern. "I seek God," the madman cried. "Where has God gone?"

I knew I had to keep going, to keep running, for James. And somewhere, deep inside, a new determination blazed—a vow that I would protect my son, no matter the cost. I didn’t stop until the sounds of pursuit faded into the night, the forest once again enveloping me in its silent embrace. Gasping for breath, I leaned against a sturdy tree trunk, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. Tears welled in my eyes, a mixture of relief and lingering fear, but above all, a profound sense of determination.

Pain shoots through my knees. But I get up. And I run again. “RAFE!” I scream, voice breaking — but thunder swallows the sound whole. He doesn’t hear me. Neither does Dorian. They are so close now. Too close. The two storms are about to collide. And if I don’t reach them— Something unforgivable will happen. So I run harder. Heart pounding. Legs burning. Throat raw. Running straight toward the moment that will destroy everything. I sprinted toward the center of the battlefield, praying to every god, every moon, every force in existence—