Bride Running Novels & Stories

She had caught him with different girls, on different occasions having his dirty fun. "Such a slut!" She snapped increasing her pace. When she got tired, she bent her head for a while and continued her journey. Her body shook, she jerked forward, and running in full pace now when a car suddenly pulled beside her. "Leave me alone!" She screamed while running with her shoes dangling in her hand, and holding the huge wedding gown. She couldn't believe this was happening to her right now. More tears sprang from her eyes as she kept running. There was no way she could run more than a car as it suddenly pulled beside her again.

Ella POV I smoothed my hand down the side of my gown, deep burgundy, fitted at the waist, with a slit that stopped just above the knee. My jewelry was simple. Luciano sent a few choices, and I chose a thin gold necklace and matching earrings. I heard small feet padding down the hallway before I heard her voice. “Aunty Ella, you look so pretty!” Lovie appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide, her hands clasped together like she was watching something magical. Luca appeared behind her a second later, quieter but just as curious.

And the only thing that could fill it was Joanna's blood on her hands. Jericho's breath hitched at the sight of her, and somehow, that made Rose's ankles shake. One more step and she was definitely going to fall. This tradition of the bride walking down the aisle toward the groom, in a ballooning dress, had always seemed implausible to her. And now she was playing that part, Rose realized she was right. The aisle wasn't even that long, but she already felt like hurling. She was uncomfortable and hot, and she was dizzy with her breathing restricted, which was probably the reason why she accepted Jericho's hand when she reached him.

I warn, crossing my arms. She grins—wild, reckless, mine. “Relax, Mr. Husband. I’ll come back this time.” And then she runs. A breath leaves my chest, half a curse, half a laugh, as I watch her take off across the open field, her laughter ringing out like a damn melody. The embroidered flowers on her gown shimmer under the sun, the fabric billowing behind her like she’s caught between a dream and reality. Mateo and Shalini are already in position, cameras ready, because of course, they are. This isn’t just a moment—it’s her moment. The runaway bride was captured perfectly.

The world around us seemed to fade away until there was nothing left but the two of us, standing together in the river, surrounded by the beauty of the day. After a while, we waded back to the riverbank, the cool water trailing off our legs as we walked. I was a bit tired, so I slowed down, and when he asked me what happened, I shook my head and said, " Nothing, just a bit tired." He picked me up in his arms and got me back to where my whole family was. " Hey, leave me, what would they all think? " " I am carrying my would-be bride in a bridal style. They will think that we are madly in love and engaged to be married soon. " He said and kept going back to my family.

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.

When all the wedding procedures were done, he grabbed my hand and took me outside. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I'm Alexandria. Nice to meet you. And you are?" I said in a polite voice. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "I hope I get the part. You won't regret working with me. I'm good when it comes to acting. Oh, shoot, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be a runaway bride. So here's the thing: I will leave you here and get changed while you go to the director. I will find you there."

Then I opened the window, felt the cool evening air rush in, and climbed out. The trellis groaned under my weight but held. I climbed down as fast as I dared, the thorns from the roses tearing at my arms and legs, leaving thin lines of blood on my skin. I didn't care. I just kept moving, hand over hand, until my feet hit the ground. I ran. The garden was empty—everyone was already at the ceremony site, waiting for the bride who wasn't going to show. I sprinted across the lawn, my bare feet slapping against the grass, the dress billowing out behind me like a ghost.

And for one strange second, everything around me went quiet. A bride. White dress, smudged makeup, glossy eyes filled with shock and heartbreak. Even in her current state, she was impossible not to notice, she looked beautiful. There was something about her expression, like she had just lost something important and was trying not to let the world see it. Then I noticed she was trembling. My eyes moved over her slowly taking in the abandoned veil, the wedding dress dragging against the pavement. Runaway bride. “You almost got yourself killed,” I said flatly.

“Cut the fruit. Make it pretty. Last meal should look nice for the bride, right?” I crawled, picked up the knife, hands shaking so bad I sliced my own thumb open. Blood mixed with peach juice on the table. She didn’t say stop. Just watched me bleed while I sliced. When I finished she didn’t even look. Just whispered, “Get out.” I ran. Guards threw stuff, laughed, shouted “Runaway bride!” Someone tripped me. I ate dirt. Got up. Kept running until I hit behind the stables and collapsed. Then the real beating started.