Words Made From Runaway Novels & Stories

Unable to return them in the chaos, she slipped them into her bag, hoping to find Helen later. Helen was left out in the street as a torrential downpour began. The church doors closed behind her while the wedding carried on inside. Shattered and consumed by anguish, she ran. The thick rain made it nearly impossible to see, and her tears completely blurred her vision. Helen ran aimlessly, driven by pain and despair. So overwhelmed was she that she didn’t notice the car speeding toward her as she crossed the street. She barely opened her eyes in time to realize it was too late.

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

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.

Uneven. Broken. But deliberate. A signal. A message. “She was here,” I say quietly. And then— I notice something else. Under it. Faint. Almost invisible. Words. I lean closer. Focus. And then I see it. One word. Barely carved. Barely there. But enough. RUN. My jaw tightens. Hard. Because that’s not fear. That’s warning. “She’s not running from them,” I realize. “She’s running from what she might become.”

I scrambled toward the open door, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body screaming for release. "Cassius!" I shouted, though I knew he wasn't in there anymore. Just the beast. I sprinted into the corridor, not looking back as the sounds of visceral, tearing flesh echoed behind me. The hallway was dark, illuminated only by the faint light coming from the main entrance of the pack house. I could hear shouting, the distinct sound of gunfire, and the screams of men dying. I ran until my lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass. I reached the main floor to see Malakai and Tavian engaging a group of three monsters near the grand staircase.

'What are you going to do? "Run," I said, staring down at the pile of money. "Three years. I've saved enough. Time to find somewhere new."

The words burst out, raw and unfiltered. "And you ran away without giving me a chance to explain," he countered, his voice hardening again. "Do you think that was fair?"

“Rich. Spoiled. Entitled.” I bristled. “I am not entitled.” He let out a sharp, dry laugh. “No? So what do you call running away from your mansion because you felt a little ‘suffocated’? What do you call wandering into the night with no plan, no clue about the real world, thinking it would be some grand adventure?” I swallowed hard, his words sinking in like stones in water. “If I was entitled, I wouldn’t be trying to leave home,” I argued, though my voice wavered.

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

You escaped. And found freedom, she whispered. He tightened his arms around her. And love. Teresa leaned into him. The runaway bride was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew exactly who she was. And where she was going.