The Kite Runner Novels & Stories

Liora watched the scene, the surreal tenderness of it—this man who had commanded armies, kneeling in wet grass to teach a child how to catch the sky. “Ready?” he asked. Wren nodded furiously. “Then go.” She ran, legs pumping, string unspooling behind her. The kite wobbled, caught the wind, then dipped dangerously. Wren squealed, glancing back. “Keep going!” Varian called. His voice, usually a blade, carried something almost like laughter. The kite lurched, then suddenly lifted, soaring up in a sharp climb. The red cloth cut against the gray, bright as flame against ash. Wren screamed with joy, nearly tripping as she watched it rise.

I’m still staring at her when I see a tornado starting to form around her, which causes me to panic until I realize she is the one creating the tornado. “Catch me if you can fellas” she says before the tornado starts to carry her away. That’s when I finally kick him into gear and start chasing her. Me and Saint are running neck and neck at our top speed and she is still at least half a mile away from us on her little tornado. Finally, I see her starting to lower herself to the ground, which makes me pick up speed. Me and Saint get there first followed by Zion. It takes our warriors a couple minutes before they catch up to us as well and we all circle my mate.

"So what do you want now?" Their leader, the one who had been speaking till now, said with a predatory smile. "What? The house? Where will I go with my children if the house is gone?" "I don't think that is any of our concern." He said. "No. I can't give you the house. Please. I have two small children. If they have no roof over their head then how will they survive?" "How street kids do." "No." Yonnah shouted as she stood up. "Please. Please please spare us. Pleas....."

The crowd roared like a beast hungry for blood. The underground boxing ring was dimly lit, the stench of sweat, beer, and raw adrenaline thick in the air. The arena was hidden beneath an old warehouse in the Bronx, where only the elite, the reckless, and the rich had access. This wasn't the polished, sanctioned world of professional boxing this was primal. No rules, no mercy, just pure combat. And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn.

It made Kita curious about the person she was going to meet. Walking out into the cold, brisk air, Kenneth notices Kita appears to be trembling. The temperature had dropped even lower since they were now in the rural. The cold wind blew even higher and briskly. Kenneth puts his arm around Kita's neck, and she warmly reciprocates his affection by sliding her arm inside his jacket around his waist.

I mustn’t let them hear me. My hands are tied hard and my mouth are taped. I kept running, the dark is blinding but I have to get away. I can’t see light ahead of the darkness . I ran and tumbled hitting branches falling into hard objects I rolled and tried to get up every time. And then I heard their voices, laughter. These hunters are enjoying themselves. It brought ecstasy to them the thought of cornered prey. Blood and sweat mix in my face but that was the least of my worries

I claim out loud. I sound insane, but I feel like one! The sun is barely rising. It must be no later than seven in the morning; my mother must be serving coffee and freshly baked bread. She’s going to kill me. I run my hands through my hair, which is messy and full of grass. I hastily take it off as I start walking home. As if by magic, my future husband comes to mind: his cold, steely gaze. Today is my wedding! I drop the delicacy and make my escape, desperate, running to my home to shower and try to go unnoticed. I run through the trees, who seem to judge me. The squirrels see me, furious. The birds sing a melody of prejudice and infidelity.

When it seems the kids have finally ran out of their energy from their sugar rush and settled on lying down on the bean bags scattered around the area, I see Zane coming over to me. His face is tinted red and he has beads of sweats all over, but still, he looks as handsome as day one and no matter what, my heart skips a beat at the sight of him. “Goddess, for somebody who’s been trained to fight for hours, I can’t believe running after kids has gotten me more tired.” He confessed breathlessly. “Lay down next to your sweetheart and recharge, Mr. Frost.” Keira teased before standing up from her seat and patting the now empty spot next to me.

she whispered, her voice cracking. “Of course, my love. I wasn’t going to leave you alone in this situation. How is my son?” “It’s very serious. My poor boy suffered too much trauma from that evil woman’s kidnapping. It’s unlikely he’ll survive.” Hearing his wife’s words, a heavy weight settled in Fernando’s chest—a pain so immense that, like Helen’s, it defied explanation. Both of them knew there was a very real possibility that their little one wouldn’t make it. And even with all the money in the world, nothing could stop it.