The Runaway Lead Lives Next Door Novels & Stories

For the first time in years, I felt powerless, as if everything I valued was slipping through my fingers. Finally, the team managed to pinpoint Emma’s phone’s last ping just outside an abandoned cottage—the perfect hiding place. A surge of determination bolted through me. This was the closest lead I’d had. It was about to dawn, but I was desperate to reach them before the light, so I could use the darkness to camouflage myself. I started running, speeding toward the last known location. Because I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I wouldn’t stop. Not until I had Emma and James back, safe, where they belonged.

Alpha Leonardo; “What else do you think I want? What man runs away from his home when his house is on fire,” Aunt nagged. That was it. She fucking called me just to nag me. This has become her best friend and she doesn’t get tired of acting it. “I didn’t run away, Aunt. I only left to find little peace outside of the packhouse.” “So there isn’t any peace in the packhouse?”

Which success of the present, has come at the cost of all my time. “Mr. White, we have arrived!” The driver suddenly interrupted my train of thought. I nodded at him, then opened the door and walked down. Before entering the house, I said, “Come pick me up an hour earlier than usual tomorrow morning!” The driver immediately nodded in agreement, I watched him drive away and then entered the house. My house is not too spacious. But if I live alone, it is extremely cold and lonely. Before I thought about finding a friend and going through a two-person life, but then I gave up.

I didn’t stop running until I reached my tiny house. My hands shook violently as I threw clothes into a bag. The little money I has left, Documents. Everything I had. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to leave. Rina’s voice trembled. We’re really doing this. “Yes.” I zipped the bag shut. “I’m done living like prey.” Within minutes, I was sprinting toward the train station on the edge of town. The night air burned in my lungs as the sound of an approaching train echoed across the platform.

Anika was already dozing when a terrible howl was heard under the window. - What the hell! - She jumped up on the bed and listened. Outside the window, the street was illuminated by a flash, and another boom was heard. The rain drummed steadily on the glass. And again the howl. The dog under the threshold began to howl piercingly, shouting above the thunderstorm. Anika was worried that he would wake up all the neighbors in the area with his terribly loud voice. Jumping out of bed, she ran downstairs and opened the door. The dog sat on the threshold, raising his head, and howled.

I heard footsteps towards the door and hid myself behind the door next to it. The door I was leaning on belonged to another Alpha. Alpha Dean of the Cristal Lake Pack. His son has also left with my brother Aston for his Alpha training. I watched as Beta Matthew shook hands with Alpha Ethan. Shit he is heading in my direction. The next thing I knew, the door flung open and I was pulled inside. "Ashleigh, ease dropping can get you into trouble." My heart was racing but I was grateful to this alpha. "Yes Alpha." "But that is why your father put my room next to Alpha Ethan."

She appeared to be saying, "I broke out of my cage, and I don’t have the means to build a new one. So the bones are right here with me and I have to build. Yes, the bones are right here with me." Abednego racket his brain and sow the only way is to storm out of the house and run for his dear life. He figured the way out. As Maimuna cocked her head and grinned at Abednego, he bolted from the booth and raced out of the door. He looked back to see Maimuna grinning that evil sneer of hers. Abednego ran down a narrow road, hoping and praying that someone would pick him up. He put all his effort into getting away from this place, this experience, this life he had made. He ran into the night.

Obviously, that apparition caused me to run even faster so that I was feeling a stabbing pain in my side by the time I rounded the corner to Old River Drive. The houses on either side of the broad street were lit, and just seeing them made me feel suddenly hopeful. I didn’t stop running though, although I did slow down a bit because a few of our neighbors were out in their yards, and I didn’t want them thinking that Jon Day’s oldest daughter was crazy. “Hello, Jessica,” said Mr. and Mrs. Mckenzie, the old couple who lived three houses down from us. “H-hello,” I said to them as I walked by.

"If she doesn't want to be found, that means she really doesn't want to come back." The words just hung in the room. Not loud. Not sharp. But enough to make my chest feel a little heavier. I finished my drink without realizing it. Ethan leaned back on the sofa. "So tonight we have two runaways in one room." Brielle snorted. "Rich kids really don't have an easy life." I gave a faint smile. "True." And for a few moments… we just sat there as usual. Not like boss and subordinate. Not like heirs to a large family.

“She was a runaway.” “A runaway?” “You know… those kids who run away from home to avoid trouble. Or sometimes, they just run.” “How do I remind you of her?” I scoffed. “I’m not a runaway.” “We still have a long walk before we get to the front yard,” Amber said. “Let me tell you a story.”