Escape From Wedding Novels & Stories

They’ll check on her eventually, so I run straight to the cage. “You’re here,” Kara whispers, as I approach the cage. “How are you here?” “We don’t have time for that,” I tell her. “I don’t know how much time I have, but you need to escape and you need to do it right.” I pass her the key through the bars. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” I warn her. “If you wait until then, everyone will be distracted by the wedding. It’s your best chance at getting out of her alive.”

It was so well written that in three days my letter of acceptance was brought to me, and the rage i’d been feeling soon became restless excitement. I was to escape at night, exactly a week after the wedding as it was just the right enough time to make an escape. The entire kingdom was given a week long holiday to rejoice in Jasper’s coronation as King and his marriage to me of course. So the last day of the holiday, I organized with Fenrir to make my most awaited escape. Fenrir had come in on the day of the wedding through the window, which faced the back of the palace. He was able to climb in my room in time before he got caught - he told me all these after I questioned him.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

She smiled back, waving her hand as I left the hall. I walked over to the supply closet, gathered the cleaning tools and fresh linens I needed, and headed straight up to the master's wing. I pushed open the first heavy door, entering the space that belonged to Valerius. A familiar chill ran down my spine. As usual, the room was dimly lit. Since they were supposed to be thousands of miles away in Russia, I had planned to escape through the back door tonight. Once the rooms were flawlessly presentable, I slipped out of their suffocating rooms and made my way down to the gardens to meet Leo. The crisp evening air felt like a lifeline.

I lifted my face to the sunlight and the ocean breeze. "Let's go. Our guests are waiting." Behind me, Nevaeh's desperate cries faded away, swallowed by the sound of the waves and the wedding’s soft music.

As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue. Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows. Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes. Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.

And she didn’t need me to—she picked the topics herself, discussed them herself, and remained perfectly satisfied. I could barely wait for that meeting to end. As I headed back to my room, my head was buzzing from the avalanche of utterly unnecessary information that candidate had dumped on me. From my room, I immediately slipped out into the city through a secret passage. I even breathed a sigh of relief. I still had time before lunch with the prepedollie, so I plunged into the construction process of the shelter. A pleasant surprise was that Kays was invited to Ogis and Vasmiya’s wedding. The blond said their relatives wanted a proper celebration, and I couldn’t refuse.

he mouthed. Mary pulled Lilac into her arms, whispering prayers. Scarlet nodded toward the side exit. "We move, quietly." We slipped through the back door into the alley, the wind was cold and sharp, carrying the faint stench of decay. Behind us, the front of the diner exploded inward as something hit it hard. The Hollowed, at least a dozen, they poured through the windows, shrieking, their eyes glowing in the dark. We had made it out of the diner just in time.

I stood up, not wanting to hear another word of this disgusting conversation. Seeing that I was about to leave, Eric quickly got up as well, signing anxiously. He was asking what was wrong. I shook my head. "I'm tired. I want to go home and rest." Without waiting for his response, I walked straight out of the private room. As soon as I stepped out of the banquet hall, I saw the plaza used for the Kalmoor Pack's rituals. Right in the center, Eric had arranged candles to spell out, "Alison, marry me!"

A smile spreads across my face—he thinks he can escape. “Oh, he’s runnin’, he’s climbin’...” My voice is sing-song, full of glee as I call over to him. “But there’s no escape from death, Wesley!” My laughter fills the night, wild and chaotic, and I leap from the ledge, landin’ on the balcony beside him before he can even think about movin’ faster.