Bride Running Novels & Stories

I took a quick glance at my mother and then looked at him again. “Is it?” I asked unconsciously and then bit my lower lips. What was I saying? The way I was acting was practically giving me away. Can you just get a grip on yourself already, Sapphire? “Okay, let’s try this on you now.” I breathed out in relief as soon as the designer entered and said. “Could you stay outside for a moment while the bride tries on her dress? I know you probably can’t wait to see her in the dress also,’’ she teased.

Charles, who escorted her to the church, replied expressionlessly, devoid of any emotions like a machine. "So, the wedding..." "The bride will go through it alone." Go through the wedding alone... Was the Windsor family intentionally humiliating her? An unfamiliar place, unfamiliar crowd, various unkind gazes, the embarrassment of handling the wedding alone... Everything rushed towards Natalie like a ferocious flood. She desperately wanted to escape, but she had no choice. For the sake of her younger brother, Natalie gathered her courage and walked towards the priest at the end of the red carpet. Meanwhile, at All Night Manor.

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

Derek patted the back of my hand lightly, his tone natural. "Don't be nervous, Vivian. It is a tradition from my hometown. The bride has to get into the ring and wrestle one of the groomsmen for good luck. It is just for fun." He stepped aside, and Chloe walked out from behind him. She wore a sports jacket over her bridesmaid dress and carried a pair of gloves. Her face still had that same weak expression, and her voice was soft. "Vivian, Derek insisted I go up. I could not refuse. Don't worry. My health is so bad I don't even have the strength of one of your fingers. We will just go through the motions."

I ran into the road, like a bride running towards her groom, my gown flowing in the air while I ran like I was a video vixen running towards her groom, passerby watched as I ran with a heel on a wedding dress, I paid no attention to them, billy’s house was about twenty minutes to the church, I ran like my life depended on it. At some point I got tired of running with my heels on. I sat at the edge of the road, unbuckled my heels, and held them in my hands, I could see his gate from a distance, I'm close. “You look so beautiful “. A passerby complimented. “Hey look, a runaway bride “. Another teased. “Why is she running in a wedding dress?”. An aged woman asked

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

It happened too quickly that I couldn't even react, she ran barefooted in her wedding gown like a crazy person “What the hell is going on?” I asked and my driver had the same look on his face he was just as confused as I was “What do we do sir?” he asked “Follow her,” I said and he did just that I guess it wouldn't be ideal to leave my newly wedded bride to run through the streets We slowed down when we caught up with her, for someone on foot she was going surprisingly too fast, her both hands holding the hem of her gown as she ran to stop her from tripping on it, under of her feet were bleeding but she didn't seem to mind

Sliver pov {The runaway bride} “Find her” Shouts echoed from behind me as I ran so quickly in the dark empty cloudy streets, holding my ruined white satin heavy wedding gown, rubbing the muddy path with my shaking hands. Rain hitting my skin so hard it felt like needles hitting me. “Check that corner” The shout echoed somewhere behind me. Panic shot upwards, at my chest. Those people were still following me, trying to take me back. Lighting split up in the sky, brightening the dark cloudy street I was running in with my heels before hitting the ground, few meters away from me.

Chapter 144 *Christiana’s POV* “Christy!” “What’s happening?” The noise followed me like a storm, a blur of voices rising and falling as I tore across the threshold into daylight. I was running. Through the streets, through the startled crowd outside the cathedral. The veil tore loose from its pins, whipping behind me like a ghostly banner, a specter that marked me for every gawking stranger. Cars slowed, horns blared, vendors craned their necks from beneath their stalls, suited businessmen halted mid-call, mouths agape at the sight of a bride fleeing in broad daylight.