Wild Berry Cookie Run Novels & Stories

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.

The pane shattered outward. Cold air rushed in, biting and fierce. "Jump!" I didn't look back. I threw myself out the window, tumbling into the deep snowdrift below. Lucian was right behind me, landing with a heavy grunt, clutching his injured arm. "Run," he gasped, grabbing my jacket and pulling me up. "The village. I saw the steeple. It’s maybe a mile through the trees." We ran. The snow was deep, dragging at our legs, making every step a battle. The forest was a blur of white and black. Behind us, I heard shouts and the crunch of boots.

Running across the sand. Fair. With Adrian's shoe in his mouth. Reasonable. Proudly. God. Very proudly. Fair. Like he'd hunted it himself. Reasonable honestly. Then the chase began. God. Cookie ran. Fair. Adrian ran. Reasonable. Peanut ran. God. Then everybody else ran too. Fair. The entire beach. Reasonable honestly. Then Cookie turned it into a game. God. The worst possible outcome. Fair. Because puppies love games. Reasonable.