Bride Running Novels & Stories

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

꧁ Marisella ꧂ I can barely carry my own weight under the searing Miami sun. My equipment weighs a ton along with everything on my mind, but still… I push through. “Parents of the bride, please step forward!” Music and laughter swirl in a cacophony of joy on the wedding grounds. The bride stands on the dais, doning a pristine dress and a smile rivaling the sun. Her pure happiness makes me smile, giving me a needed surge of energy.

In a haste, she marched towards him. Her heart pounded violently against her chest, each step slightly uneven, almost betraying her urgency. It felt too slow—this walking, this distance. If she could, she would have erased the space between them in a blink. As the gap closed, her eyes flickered past him. There was someone behind him—a woman—surrounded, almost swallowed by a cluster of people waving documents, voices overlapping, pressing in on her from every angle. The woman looked like she was trying to escape, but they kept closing in, choking her space.

“In Brooklyn.” I nodded. How exactly was I supposed to conduct this conversation? Hello. Do you think you have the biological environment to carry my dangerous werewolf child? By the way, I’m a werewolf. She spoke before I could think of anything else. “So why do you need a surrogate?” she asked. “No offense, but you don’t look like someone who’d have trouble finding a wife.” I blinked. “That’s not really your business.” “Sorry,” she muttered, her cheeks turning pink.

The deafening growl of the engine sliced through the night, each twist of the throttle a silent scream, every sharp turn an explosion of fury. Everywhere she passed, heads turned. Drivers slowed, motorcyclists stared, bus drivers glanced through their mirrors, truckers honked in disbelief, pedestrians froze mid-step. Phones were raised instantly, capturing the spectacle: a bride in full gown, flying through the city on a speeding motorcycle, like a runaway bride ripped straight from an action movie. Videos went viral within minutes. Captions varied: “Is this even real??” “Crazy bride or movie scene?” “Groom bailed—look what happened!”

Joseph was accompanying him at his behind as Amber was not there. She looked at Smith for last time and the last gaze from Smith was encouraging enough for her to listen to her heart. So instead of giving it another thought, she picked up her dress and started running towards the crowd. The people gave her way as they watched in surprise, at the running bride. She couldn't run with her heels, so she halted for a moment and kicked her heels off in a second. And then she started running again, calling his name out loudly. "Dawson!"

The Crowned One moved closer, his nails clattering like tiny bone bells. Camela took a cautious step back. The lead bride whispered, “Don’t” Without thinking, she ran. The shore tilted beneath her as each foot struck down heavily against the pull of the tide. The sound of rattling nails grew louder, matching her racing heartbeat. The brides screamed—not out of fear, but with excitement. “Run, sister! Let it hunt you!” The wind howled fiercely while waves slammed against the cliff, splashing dark foam on her face. Once again, she heard the whisper to her left, and this time it was clearer.

"Go, I'll be fine, this is your chance, Delilah, GO!" My senses suddenly came back, I sprinted towards the door and once I was outside, I kicked off my heels and picked up the long tail of my dress, and ran as fast as I could. "LORENZO, MARCO, GET THE FUCKING BRIDE!" I heard a deep voice call out, his commanding voice sent a chill down my spine but I didn't stop running or looked back.

“There are times that the wedding dress would get ripped or the bride will be touched in private places which are sensitive.” “What? That’s horrible!” “Yes and there's no groom in their right mind would want others to touch his wife? Even if it is a lady, that's not good.” “Well that really is a disaster, but how is it related to the bouquet?” “The bride ended up throwing her bouquet to run away from them.” A heartfelt laughter echoes as she hears it.

Normally, she was supposed to take all the time in the world to walk down the aisle, to keep the man at the altar in great anticipation and slow down the time in her grace. But this bride was like no other, she ran down the aisle. "Awwn! She is so impatient to marry the alpha." Some guests from other Packs wowed, putting meaning to what Hazel did. "If I were her, I would do the same. Not when the alpha is looking that handsome." Another one said. And that action made by Hazel won her many hearts, and a title in the newspaper, "The Impatient Bride." Hazel got to the altar and faced the beaming Kai.