Words Made From Runaway 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.

He couldn’t hear what they were saying but new it couldn’t be good. The waitress brings Mack the box and the check. When Mack opened the box there was a note in the bottom. Written was one word in all capital letters. “RUN!” Mack put the pie in and laid a $50.00 down on the table. “Keep the change.” He yells over to the waitress and heads for the door. He makes it to his truck and pulls open the door when he hears Shaba’s voice. “You smell like a rogue, but you don’t look like one.” She says. “I was recently banned from my pack.” He says calmly setting the pie down.

I turned and ran for the exit, screaming for the convoy to move. But I knew. I was too late. -------------------------------------

I lowered my gaze, feeling a little disappointed. Someone invited me in, and I caught Darcy’s nervous gaze on me. I put on a sweet smile, sat beside him, stroked his face, and said, “Sorry I’m late.” He sighed with relief unexpectedly and corrected me, “Ginger, you are now my Luna. Don’t keep apologizing.” The werewolves around us cheered and heckled, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Being Darcy’s Luna was totally different from being a simp—obviously, my social status had risen. In the past, those werewolves looked down on me and made fun of me, but now they respectfully called me Luna.

I typed in waning moon pack and different links popped up, I clicked on the first one I saw, its title grabbing my attention: RUNAWAY IN CAHOOTS WITH RAIDERS. The Waning Moon pack had recently survived a raid only to discover one of their wolves missing. The Alpha’s son, Adrian, who had reportedly been a witness to the runaway assisting the raiders pack things- steal from the pack. The runaway in question was an orphan that the pack had taken in and looked after as one of their own. It is hard to believe that the goodwill of this pack could turn around and betray them. Goes to show you that there was only so much good a person could do, yet it would still be responded to with evil.

“Much worse.” I swallowed hard. “Why does the whole place look abandoned?” “We evacuated,” Kane said. “Had no choice. The rogues were breaking through too fast. Too many, too organized. We had to pull everyone into the pack house. All of them.” My skin prickled. “Organized?” I asked. “Rogues don’t organize.” “These do,” he said. “They’ve… aligned with each other somehow.” My heart skipped a beat. Aligned? Rogues?

he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once." Damon nodded, his eyes gleaming with a hint of the same anticipation that coursed through Zach. "The rumors, Alpha? The one of the runaway?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Zach grinned, a flash of teeth in the semi-darkness of his study. "Oh, she'll be there, Damon. I feel it in my bones. My little runaway will finally be mine." He stood, his gaze piercing and dark.

he cut me off very calmly. Well, it’s not like I could tell him that Jason basically confessed to him. But what could I tell him? Hi, my name is not Adeline. In fact, I’m Madeline… You know, the runaway princess being hunted now by my uncle, who is thirsty for the throne and also happens to be the beta of the kingdom? I shook my head mentally. Yeah, definitely not!

Cara stumbles backwards away from me, as if stung by a horde of vicious bees, her lips trembling slightly as more tears wet down her face. That first night she kissed me, that first time, I fucking felt alive. Resurrected. Like something dead in me sprung back to life. Now, I can't help but feel that I have just ruined that happy memory. I keep ruining everything. Coward. You are a fucking coward Dane. Our pack is at least a twenty-minute run from White Moon, our neighboring pack. I know I will regret the next decision I am about to make for the rest of my miserable, fucking life.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore But I kept runnin' For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Home where I belong Oh, no, no Now take me home Home where I belong Ho, ho, ho N