Novel & Cerita Bride Running

It was not until the morn of my wedding that I fled, tear-stricken into the thick pine forest, bitter with anger towards my family, and terrified to be dragged back home. I ran breathlessly through the tall, closely packed trees, staying off the path, though always keeping it just in sight through the thin grey mists. I was dressed for the festivities, in white sleeveless dress that came almost to my bare feet and my straw coloured hair braided with wild flowers. Soon the dress was stained with moss and mud as I tripped and fell over on stray roots and hidden stones. The fabric was soon damp with cold fog and trickling sweat. My feet were cut and bruised and encrusted with dirt, the palms of

I rushed to the elevator but it was on its way up already I didn't have the leisure to wait for another so I rushed down the stairs like a crazy woman in a wedding gown and my shoes in one hand while the other held my gown to prevent me from tripping. I kept on running down the unending staircases while trying to catch my breath. I could feel life slowly slipping away from me and if I didn't stop running, I would pass out. Not many people use the stairs so they were not afraid as they chased a lady in a wedding gown down the stairs. ‘the fuck! How can a woman run so fast in that?’ the deep voice guy cursed. He was gaining in on me but I couldn't run any faster as I was barely breathing. My l

The bride scoffed, curled her feet and gnashed her teeth. "He left, again" she muttered and yelped while holding her head which was about to explode. It was hard to accept that fact again neither could she think straight as her word spur around. Quickly, her legs diverted towards a bridge which was a distance away. Her mind was void of thoughts and all that rang in her mind of suicide. It was best she ended everything rather than facing the embarrassment over here. The dress she had on made it difficult for her to walk, even while she chased after her groom, she had to support the hems with both hands and lift high up to her thigh, hoping that he would hear her inspite of the heavy downpour.

Pam said, "Your golden wedding ring." "Let's go get it," Emily said, and all her friends cheered. All of the people in the bridal party went on ahead, making their entrance to the soft, romantic music played by the classical quartet in the field outside the farm house. Emily walked out into the bright, cloudless day, waiting to make her grand entrance. Although both her parents were there for the wedding, Emily didn't believe in the "giving away the bride" tradition as she was not a piece of property, so she was going to walk down the aisle by herself with her bouquet of roses.

“This must be a misunderstanding, Adams. I’m not in any way, your master’s girlfriend and our contract only binds me to be his surrogate and nothing more. I’m sure he has someone else in mind,” But Adam smiled. “You don’t have to be his girlfriend to accompany him to the banquet, Ms Bell. You just need to know that you’re the only woman he’s ever brought home, even if you’re just a surrogate,”

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

I ran after Frank in my wedding dress and heels, which was basically impossible, but somehow I managed. My dress was too tight for running. The skirt kept wrapping around my legs. My heels kept sinking into the sand. But I kept going. Frank was chasing after that girl through the parking lot. They reached the main road. He ran across without even looking for traffic. "Frank! Wait! Please!" I screamed. But he didn't hear me. Or maybe he did hear me and just didn't care. I followed him across the road, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would explode, tears streaming down my face, ruining all my carefully applied makeup.

Absurd comments kept flying, and I couldn't help but laugh. I lifted my gaze to the stage, where Victor's face flickered from pale to red, helpless. "Victor, did you hear that? They say I'm your lawful wife. So, whose wedding are you even holding right now?" Victor's face turned crimson. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn't argue with the relatives, and he wouldn't dare meet my eyes. He just kept his head low, cringing like a coward.

Blake asked with agitation. Pauline smiled, attempting to put on the charm. “Nothing to cause total upset future-in-law. Go back to you room and have a drink or something. I think there are appetizers left –” “I don’t want a drink or any damn appetizers. I want my bride,” Brad said bluntly. Uh oh. He’s about to lose it. “Let me in,” Blake ordered. “You can’t see the bride before the wedding. You know – ooo!” Pauline chirped as Blake pushed the door against her with force.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”