Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

"Police in both the US and Canada are searching for a missing bride who may have been kidnapped from her own wedding." "Motherfucker." So that's how they were spinning it. She couldn't be a runaway bride. As an adult she was free to go wherever the Hell she wanted to. But as a kidnapping victim, and a bride at that, they were going to plaster her face all over the human news too. Then another photo came up on the screen and Dani froze. "Also kidnapped in the violence at the wedding was the groom's sister, Stella West." Dani sat heavily on the motel bed and stared at the screen as a photo of Stella in a dress Dani just knew her mother must have picked out for her, stared back at her.

Defiant, beautiful, and now a target painted in bright red by both the Rossis and quite possibly her own father. Inside the villa, Elena tried to lose herself in the art studio Enzo had prepared for her. The scent of oil paint and turpentine filled the sunlit room, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every distant engine sound made her flinch. She was no longer just a kidnapped bride. She was a symbol. A trophy. A traitor in the eyes of two powerful families. The first explosion came without warning. The ground trembled violently. Glass rattled in the windows. Elena dropped her brush, crimson paint splattering across the floor like fresh blood. Alarms blared

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.

I wanted to preserve that moment forever. I loved that woman. I loved every part of her. And I wanted to spend my life with her. Our wedding day came. I spent an extra hour perfecting my appearance. I had been anticipating what a beautiful bride she would be. In only a matter of hours, she would be mine forever. No one would be able to take her away from me. I always had the fear that I would lose her. That someone would take her away from me because I wanted her. And that was exactly what happened. She was abducted by the Silverclaws.

"Okay,the marriage shall take place at the hall of longevity 12 days from now. we will be traveling to the kingdom of Windsor to offer our bride price.' Replied back the leader from icelandic kingdom. An agreement was made binding the two kingdoms in an arranged marriage. 12 days later in the hall of longevity The wedding venue was beautifully decorated.All delicacies and cuisines from different countries were prepared to celebrate the marriage.loud charters, music and instruments could be heard from afar. it was afterall a wedding if the century between the icelandic kingdom and the Windsor. Everyone was happy and was anticipating the arrival of the bride and groom but then a soldier rushed

Gabriel explained his question so that Bi Ita would not be confused by his question. "Sorry, I can't tell you about that," Bi Ita replied. "Yahh bi, come on, what's wrong?" Gabriel looked down disappointed. "But it's not...." "Come on, tell me bi," Gabriel bluffed, who couldn't wait to find out. "So actually, Mr. Ruslan used to marry a widow with one child, now his son is Jhonatan, at first their marriage was happy but after their household got longer, finally it was discovered that Mr. Ruslan's wife at that time was very greedy."

She didn’t even look at me. As the maid grabbed my arm, I realized something that made my heart sink even deeper— This wasn’t just a marriage. It was a prison. And I had just become its prisoner.

"We persevere. We can't let her walk away, Joel. She's our mate. The woman we need." "The woman we love." Loved more than his pride. Hell, he'd beg her on his knees if he had to. Anything to have her give him a chance to prove his worth, and his love. "You book the flight," Kendrick ordered. "I'll get our luggage." "On it. Got a plan for when we get there?" Joel asked. "Actually, I do. I think it's time we took a page from our new tribal friends and kidnap our bride." Kidnap her, make love to her, and tell her in every way imaginable how much he cared and wanted to spend his life with her. He'd let nothing stand in his way to her heart-well, nothing except customs, which seemed determined to

She hadn't shown up, so how could the wedding have gone on? Just then, her phone vibrated. She glanced at it. One trending topic dominated every platform. "Fairmont's Wedding of the Century! Wealthy Heir Micah Jones Is Officially Off the Market!" "Congratulations to Mr. Micah Jones and Ms. Isabelle Lyon on Their Marriage!" Isabelle? Ruth's eyes widened in shock. She was about to tap into the news when her close friend called. "Congratulations, Ruth! You finally ditched that spoiled rich brat!"

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k