Bride Running Novels & Stories

Her veil, intricately embroidered, cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall. The bridesmaids Abigail and Shelley , in soft pastels, walked gracefully down the aisle, followed by the flower girl, scattering petals with innocent delight. Isabella took a deep breath, the scent of roses and fresh pine mingling in the air. Sebestian stood beside her, a proud smile on his face, as they began their slow walk down the aisle. Each step echoed with significance, memories of a lifetime leading to this moment. She was overwhelmed by the fact that she was no longer going to stay with her parents.

I can't do it. I clasp my wedding gown and look around, finding another door behind. For a second, I go completely blank. All I can see is the door to escape. To the fuck off everything. I take steps back, peeking at everyone, no eyes at me. Drifting away with a lot of courage, I turn and get outside in seconds. Then I just run, as fast as I can. I sweat and huff, find all the eyes on me. People around may be confused seeing a bride rushing outside the court building but this is the last chance.

I kiss him then leave them alone; I don’t want to talk and give my word when I have no intention of keeping it. I exit the room, I’m going for a little excursion, I stroll through this beautiful residence, I notice that the groom is already ready for the wedding. Which means the bride must be getting ready. I wonder where she is! And what is she doing right now? I meet a young woman running with glasses; I stop her to ask: - Excuse me, do you know where the bride's dressing room is? - It's right in front of you. - Thank you.

Frederick brow narrowed, “What do you mean she is no longer my wife? Camille tell him aren't we married?” Camille looked at him in disgust. “What nonsense are you saying?” A man ran into a room where Cassie was having pleasure with an unknown man. The man came closer and whispered into her ear. Cassie hold on the sheet tightened, “What has that fool done?” She grunted coming down naked hurriedly putting on her clothes. She threw a bundle of cash to the unknown man who caught it instantly and left the room.

Which man does that? “Let's head to the mall! We're buying the entire place.” Scarlett yelled and Natalie joined in. They both drove off from Ash ventures, driving straight to the mall. When they arrived, they both got in and the manager specially came to welcome them. It seemed that Sebastian already informed them of his future bride’s arrival. The manager guided them through the process of getting her wedding dress, shoes and jewelry. The wedding was set to happen in two days time, so the preparations had to be sped up.

She ran slowly so, the reporters would take pictures and it would look like I actually ran away like a psycho freak. Aunt Esperanza could sense that something was wrong with her niece and she had to find out so she stood and tried to stop the bride. Don Maximo also ran after the supposed 'Bella' but couldn't catch up. Before they could try to stop the bride, a car pulled up in front of the gate. She got in and within a twinkle of an eye, she was gone. Brown ignored the guests and their nonsense gossip as he left the altar and walked straight to Don Maximo and my bodyguards with a red face.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

"Husband? You're married? Jessica, stop playing hard to get just to get my attention. I'll give you the fairytale wedding you always dreamed of, and with the wedding dress you wanted. "This time, the wedding will be even grander than three years ago! Now that I'm the general manager of the company's branch, money is not a problem! "Mr. Holden is hosting a business banquet tomorrow evening. I'll bring you along and introduce you as my fiancee." He held out the check again. "Take this and buy yourself a decent evening gown. Don't embarrass me!" I smiled and pushed the check back to him. "Thanks, but I don't need it."

I ran until the lights of the cathedral disappeared and the city swallowed me whole. I don’t know how long I ran (ten minutes? Twenty?). My legs gave out in front of a tiny 24-hour coffee shop glowing like a lighthouse in hell. I shoved the door open, soaked, shaking, mascara streaking down my face like war paint. The barista (a nineteen, purple hair, nose ring) took one look at me and dropped the milk pitcher. “Holy shit. You’re… you’re the runaway bride. It’s trending everywhere.” I laughed. It came out broken. “Yeah. Can I just… sit?”

"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Story of my life." The Anderson ladies exchanged amused glances. As the door creaked open, Lauren took a step forward. With a commanding presence, she addressed the assembly, "Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. Please welcome the bride, Mellisa, as she graces us with her presence." Mellisa, guided by Oceane, began her walk down the aisle, the hem of her gown trailing behind her. The room held its collective breath, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound accompanying her journey.