Bride Running Novels & Stories

He didn’t even bother to wear their native colors. My gaze travelled back up and I noticed the scar running across his left cheek, making him look even more intimidating. I bet he could break skulls with his bare hands. “Hey,” the other woman’s voice snapped behind me. I turned back to her. Most of them were watching the stage and appeared not to care about the rest of the conversation anymore. “What’s the bride hunt?” I asked again. The name alone sounded like something I didn’t want to be a part of.

I saw Carson and the bride in a car just few meters away from the church. I ran towards them. "Let's go" I yell sliding in the car. Carson, who was on drivers seat, immediately went into action. I gasp for the air. It's not an everyday event that you act as an imposter bride and declare that in the middle of the aisle. I am sure I ran faster than usian bolt and that too in wedding dress. "You were not supposed to be here" The girl yell pulling her hair. "Same goes for you" I yell panting hard.

When Blaze heard her reasoning to participate in the bridal run, he was convinced. These kinds of things always happen around here. Not many, but a few here and there. Brides who are not yet ready to get married will be forced by their parents, either for the greed of money or for the status in society. They might even force their daughters to give them a good future. But whatever the reason is, every year a bride or two would be forced to participate in these runs. But usually, they would not be claimed by dragons.

I stated adding no conditions. I wasn't stupid to think that they were happy with my upcoming wedding. Anybody would move hell just to make sure I don't end up being the bride. Even the wine party wasn't settling for me. I wasn't ready to get drunk and humiliate myself In Front of everyone or get on camera looking like a mess. I would only take a little wine and leave the rest to them. For my mom's plan to work, I need to be extremely careful in whatever I'm going to do.

Walker in the country. People were already speculating about the bride because it had yet to be declared who would be the Walkers' bride, while the bride's identity, as the daughter of the Saint James family, was kept secret and hidden. Walking down the aisle with my parents, I gazed up at the stage after a lengthy battle with my own racing heart, only to be met by those dark eyes staring at my soul. For a minute, I felt my heart stop beating, causing my breath to hitch. I quickly looked down at my feet, feeling quite self-conscious. My heart began to race as I felt those eyes on me.

But I can't help but feel, it's just a contract it's not going to last. Taking a deep breath, I stand up pulling my wedding dress up in my hands so I can walk well. I walk out of my room as they led me to the garden where the wedding is taking place. I met Ryan at the entrance. He smiles at me. "You look beautiful Hazel " he says and I let out a fake smile. "Thank you " "Your hands "he says and stretch out his palms. "Are you walking me to the aisle " I ask. Yes " he says. I nod and let him.

The way her name had sounded like a vow on his lips. She closed her eyes. Forgive me. Or don’t. She had meant it. She just wasn’t sure who she was asking. — At Blackwell Manor, chaos bloomed beneath the marble floors. Security footage. Guard check-ins. The staff interrogated in hushed voices. Everyone whispered about the bride who had vanished like mist. Sebastian stood in the war room, eyes trained on the frozen screen. There she was. Isabella. Barefoot. In white. Running. The image burned into his brain.

~ JOCELYN ~ I run. Tears pour from my eyes and bathe my cheeks, but I don’t stop running. I don’t stop running when I hear Lycena’s laughter. I don’t stop running when I hear someone shout my name. I run like the ceremony never started. I run like I was never meant to wear this white wedding dress tonight. I run like I was never mated to Caspian. I run from us. From everything. I just keep running.

Even the ugliest girl in the village wouldn't consider marrying Tom Quinn. My parents used the bride price from Mark to prepare a decent dowry for my sister. Tom couldn't provide anything, so naturally, I had nothing. My sister sat on the bed, humming a tune and admiring her new clothes and hair ribbons. I tried to warn her: "That Mark Johnson isn't a good man."

Her wedding dress and the flower bouquet swayed as she ran. I chased after her, laughing too. I was also dressed in a white wedding suit like her groom. Her light and carefree laughter filled the air as she ran but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make out her face. It was blurred and hidden by a soft glow of light. Maybe if I caught up with her, I would be able to get a proper look at her face. “You’re too slow! Come on, already! You can’t chase me for too long!” She teased, her voice ringing with joy as she ran faster. I pushed myself to catch up, but just as I was about to reach her, everything changed.