Bride Running Novels & Stories

“Sophia just dropped a bomb. It’s everywhere.” My stomach dropped. I grabbed my own phone and opened the browser. The headline hit me like ice water. “Wrong Bride Scandal: Sophia Harrington Claims Twin Sister Stole Billionaire Alexander Voss at the Altar” There were screenshots. Voice recordings. Even a short video of Sophia crying in front of cameras saying, “Emma took my place. She stole my husband. This marriage is a complete fraud.” Comments flooded in instantly. Thousands. Gold digger. Fake marriage. Poor Alexander.

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

Such an irony! “We have five minutes before the wedding commences. The guests are arriving”, a bridesmaid said as she peeked into the door. “Okay! Carissa, you need to take in a deep breath and relax your nerves”, her mother said, patting her back slightly. She took in a deep breath and swirled around to peer into her mother's excited, but slightly worried eyes. “I'm fine mum, I'm very fine”, she lied and smiled brightly when she saw the worried look on her mother's face fading away.

She didn’t even look back. The heavy fabric of her wedding dress tangled around her legs as she stumbled through the doorway, but she didn’t care. She needed to get out—away from their judgment and shame, away from the stifling air of the church, the cloying scent of perfume and flowers that only made her feel dizzy. Her vision blurred with tears as she fled through the streets, ignoring the startled looks from passersby. Horns honked. People gawked. Someone even pulled out a phone, probably recording the runaway bride in her crumpled white dress, mascara streaking down her cheeks.

I pulled the mask lower over my face with trembling hands and I am trying to breathe, here goes nothing. Every instinct were screaming for me to run for the heels. I wasn’t a porcelain heiress with a gilded last name. I am an imposter—hiding in satin and silk. But tonight, the “charity bride auction” is my shield. As long as I blend with the other women lined up backstage, they won’t find me. My heart hammered. Especially him.

Without thinking, she dashes into the treeline bordering the property, following the direction of the car. “Mama!” Rose's voice echoes in her mind, pushing her forward. The branches whip at her face and arms as she runs, but she doesn't slow down. She can hear heavy footsteps behind her, and the knowledge that they are closing in on her spurs her on. Her lungs burn, and her legs ache, but she refuses to give up. She has to save her children. She has to escape from Jackson. As Maya runs, she curses herself for letting her guard down, for thinking they were safe in the safehouse.

We will see the priest when we have caught my runaway bride. “What the fuck do you mean?’ ‘My bride has gotten cold feet you fucker. She escaped in a bloody wedding dress, and we need to find her before she brings all the attention to herself and fuck us all up.’ Viper screamed into the phone, and my blood sizzled hot inside my veins. Pride swelled inside my chest, longing stretching my soul from every corner. A smirk curled on my lips before I rolled my stiff neck on my shoulders. A frce of energy pumped into my stream, and I fucking lit up like christmas lights.

A loveless union. The official who had conducted the ceremony hadn’t even uttered the traditional words, ‘You may now kiss the bride.’ She briefly wondered whether that was simply not a custom in this country or if Michael had specifically requested for that part to be skipped. After all, he had made it abundantly clear—he did not do kisses. Shaking her head, Evelyn forced herself to stop dwelling on it. It didn’t matter. It never did. This was the path she had chosen, and compared to the alternative—being forced to walk down the aisle toward Brandon Haze—this had been far better. At least she hadn’t been trembling, praying for some miracle to strike down her fiancé before he could claim her

Running from the Devil A Flight in the Night Claire didn’t stop walking until she was far from Blackwood Tower. Her pulse still roared in her ears, her chest tight with adrenaline. Adrian’s words echoed in her mind. "Don’t run from me, Claire. Because if you do… I’ll chase you." And she knew—he meant it. Because Adrian Blackwood didn’t make idle threats. She had seen it firsthand. The way he had almost pulled the trigger on Ava.

I just can’t attend the wedding ceremony, I can’t be busted twice. Areana, you can do it, just lift up your evening gown, cross the hall like a ghost and then move right through the glass door. Yes you can do it. What about Ash? Forget her Ari, you just gotta do it. I pulled the flares of the blush pink bridesmaids gown which I was forced to wear, all thanks to Ash. On the count of 1, 2, 3…yes keep running just don't’ look up no matter what, just keep running.