Escape From Wedding Novels & Stories

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.

“Landon is our mate, it's right to be in love with him. We can't fight it.“ Emerald whispered slowly, her voice soothing the raging storm brewing within me, “Mikhail…we both feel the same way, but we can't act on our feelings. Not when he's getting married to Irene the day after tomorrow.“ I nodded, rubbing my exposed arm, gazing at the vast field where pack warriors trained each other. “We need to plan our escape.“ I mindlinked her, eyes trailing over the field if I could find a small entrance I could escape through. “We already have enough distraction.“ She chuckled, “the wedding. The whole pack would be distracted, Mikhail's best guards would be guiding him and the bride, you're going to

The plane landed at the Icefield Pack, and my best friend, Eunice, immediately threw her arms around me. "Welcome, Princess Eve, to a new life. From now on, you're free." Tears that had been held back for so long finally surged uncontrollably. Eunice, uncertain, asked, "Eve, do you really not regret leaving Charlie and running away from the wedding?" It wasn't surprising that she asked. The moment I told her I was going to escape my wedding, to break up with Charlie, she was in shock.

I asked her in my confused reaction. Cassandra smirked, her brows furrowed as she spoke, “I know a way out of this pack and all you need to do is to go back to your ex-husband's pack. At this time, we just have to observe the surroundings. Let's wait until the sun goes down. You have to escape the wedding thirty minutes before it starts.”

Music blares as the reception shifts from quiet elegance to an all out party, with the Saints and Kings dancing and mingling like we haven’t been at war against each other as much as we’ve been allies. I spot Heidi teetering in her heels as she mingles. She senses my presence and looks up, locking eyes, and smiles. It was a beautiful wedding; money well spent. Now, I’m ready for an Irish Goodbye. “No one will even know we’ve left,” I whisper against her temple while carrying her out to a car parked around the corner from the hotel. People walking in the street stop to look at us–a bride and groom making their grand escape–and shout congratulations or cheer.

my father Hassan said, hugging me. After a while, saying goodbye to all my siblings and Hope saying goodbye to hers, I approached her and held her hand. “How about we escape from here?” I whispered in her ear. “It was supposed to be a French exit!” she exclaimed. “Yes, let’s go now…” I said, pulling her by the side of the hall, escaping from everyone. The night breeze began to caress my face as we left our wedding party. All I wanted was to head towards the private jet that awaited us. The warmth of the celebration still pulsed in my chest, but now it was replaced by the anticipation of what was to come.

I turned away from her, staring outside the window, she released a frustrated sign before leaving me alone in the dress-up room. The window was too far from the ground, I wouldn’t get away easily. I stared at the door, my father would be here soon, I only had minutes, no one would think I would escape, not on my own wedding day and not when I was getting married to Alpha Damien. I dashed for the door, my dress trailing behind me, the wedding ceremony had already started, meaning they were fewer people down the hallways, making my escape a little more easier. I headed towards the second entrance, the moment the breeze hit my skin, I couldn’t help but smile. My father would have discovered I w

So, he didn't go asking around and just waved a goodbye before trudging off towards his room with the backpack hanging onto his back. The Yans were newcomers in Kentucky. Just twenty years ago, Yan David and Lin Wendy arrived in that city almost immediately after getting married in order to make a living. They started with manual work on construction sites; they lived in basements and later tried many other jobs before starting a roasted chicken restaurant.

Her plan to escape felt impossible now, but she had to try. “I don’t know yet,” she said softly. Justin leaned against the railing, watching her closely. “You know I can help you, right?” he said suddenly, and winked. Emily blinked, caught off guard. Tomorrow, they were all heading back to Nixon City. If she could find a way to run, then the wedding wouldn’t happen. Her wedding to Warren wouldn’t push through. It was her only shot. And she wouldn’t waste it. But before she could say anything, Justin spoke again.