روايات وقصص ضمن The Runaway Lead Lives Next Door

He grabbed my neck. I felt helpless. I felt I could almost predict what was about to happen. Ethan’s words echoed in my mind. “Now, she’s alive but defiled.” Just as his hand reached my chest, the silence of the night was broken by screeching brakes. The car’s headlights blinded me. Lucas Grant jumped out of the car and shoved the drunk off me. Seeing Lucas’s face, my face turned even paler. His bodyguards rushed over and dragged the drunk away.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] Will doesn’t need me to overlook the gates, the men building the compound don’t need me breathing down their necks. So when Martha calls to tell me that her next-door neighbor needs someone to drive her to the hospital and asks if I can help her buy some eggs and flour since she can’t do it anymore, I obviously say yes.

I hissed. He panicked. “I don’t know—I just handed the note—he paid me!” “Who?” He shook his head. “I didn’t ask!” Fool. By the time I got back to my tent, the Blood Moon had begun to rise. And I knew. Ignas had walked straight into a trap. (Ignas’ POV) The stone well sat beyond the training fields, half-covered in moss and cracked with age. I stepped toward it cautiously, heart thudding.

Over the next few days, I decided to avoid running into Lesley as much as possible. However, when I got home from work one evening, I noticed that her door was wide open, and she was moving things out. When she saw me, her eyes lit up. "Phil, could you help me move a few things?" It turned out that tomorrow was Saturday, and she needed to visit her parents tonight and bring back some things. Joe was working late and wouldn't be home anytime soon, so she couldn't wait for him to help.

“To chase the lead. I don’t know what I’ll find… and I don't know what it'll mean, but if you want to come with me, I’d want you there.” Something shifts in his eyes—softens. “Of course,” he says. “I’ll be there.” *** The next day is here, and we are here. I am nervous and scared. But I know I have to do this. The coordinates lead us out past the city limits, down winding roads and dusty trails until we’re somewhere I can’t even name. A run-down house sits at the end of a gravel path. It’s falling apart, almost swallowed by overgrown brush. The windows are broken. A door hangs crooked on its hinges.

On the other end of the line, Nikki said, "If you're leaving the country, let's sell it. Donna, I'll find you the best divorce lawyer I can." I trusted her completely. But when you're unlucky, trouble doesn't come one at a time—it piles on relentlessly. The next day, Nikki called me. She had gone to handle the villa and found someone already living there. I thought she must have made a mistake. She'd been out of the country too long. Then she video-called me. The house number matched. So did the surroundings. Her face darkened. "Donna, tell me the truth. Did you let that scumbag know about this villa?"

‘Follow me “ I whispered as I led them out of Ada’s house to freedom. We crept along quietly, Atticus was perched upon Johnraś shoulders, holding handfuls of Johnras hair like a rein. Looking back at my mother, I reached tentatively for the handle to open the front door. As she nodded, I turned the hand and slowly pushed the door open. The cold night air hit our faces, taking our first step to freedom we huddled close together and started to run for our lives.

I went ahead and sat on the extreme end of our living room. "There's a neighbour of mine, whose daughter ran away last week. What a disgrace to the family. She ran away with her boyfriend saying that he loves her from than her family do." Aunty said as soon as she saw Mom coming out of the kitchen. No doubt Mom's expression immediately changed, she looked at me but once our eyes met, she averted her gaze. Was she really thinking, I will run away? God, I will never do that, in fact, Aaryan won't let me do that, ever.

Blood spilled, and for the first time, Blaine howled. “You bitch!” Satisfaction flickered—then died at the look in his eyes. Darkness, murderous. I scrambled to my feet, every bone screaming, and bolted. I didn’t know where. A month in this neighborhood, and Blaine had never let me out alone. My thoughts blurred. All I knew—I had to escape. His roars chased me, closer and closer. At the street’s end, a mansion loomed. Stone walls. Chandeliers blazing. Sanctuary or trap—I didn’t care. I ran, crouched under an oak, lungs burning. But his voice drew nearer.

I roared in the rain, “Why? Why would a good mate and father violate a teenage wolf younger than his own offspring? Why did my own father abandon me?” For almost a year, I had nothing to eat and nowhere to go. During the day, I wandered the streets searching for food—sometimes finding leftovers from fancy restaurants, other times facing pups who recognized me and threw stones. Most of the time, I was starving. At night, I slept in a cold cave, waking almost every morning to the painful sound of my own stomach. Day after day, night after night, I grew tired and desperate, wishing to end my miserable life.