My Groom Ran Away Novels & Stories

I came again, harder this time, my voice catching in a sound that wasn’t quite a scream. He followed seconds later, spilling inside me with a groan that vibrated against my throat. He stayed inside me, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine. For a long moment, there was only the sound of our breaths and the faint hum of the city waking outside the window. Then reality slipped back in like a knife. “You have to go,” I whispered. He didn’t move. “Not yet.” “People are going to notice if the groom isn’t where he’s supposed to be.”

He grinned at me. I shook my head in amusement. “How’s he?” Mad asked in a whisper. “He lost everything, including his bride. I feel guilty.” Before he could reply, the coordinator called the groom. “Then you, Mr. Shanewood. During the ceremony, just follow the tempo of the choir. Right now, you can walk faster. It’s fine.” I smiled. “Off you go, groom.” He chuckled. “See you later, Duchess.”

"I promise I know what I did wrong, Giselle," Benjamin said humbly. "I've already fired Chelsea, deleted all her contact details, and even finalized the divorce with her. I promise I won't have anything to do with her or her daughter again." He looked apologetic. "Please don't be mad at me anymore. Come back with me, and we'll get married, okay? I've already picked the venue and ordered the outfit. Everything is ready. I'm just missing you, the bride…"

After removing the veil from the bride's head and handing it to my husband, Ethan Stewart, I ignored the strange expressions on his and everyone else's faces. I, Nora Letterman, turned around and walked straight out of the wedding venue. Even after I left the venue, Ethan still didn't come after me. Behind me, there was thunderous applause. He and Mia Jenner were surrounded by the crowd as they walked onto the stage. I knew Ethan had already figured out that everything was Mia's doing. He just chose to let her have her way.

The groom is expected to compete against his bride's father in a hunting match and emerge the victor but since mine didn't show up, every male wolf would participate in the hunt. “Isn't that the pack rejects?” One of them I recognized to be Sloane, Stephen’s friend, asked. “Yup,” The second guy replied loud enough for me to hear. “I heard the groom didn't show. Poor thing.” “You heard? Weren't you at the wedding?” The third guy asked. The second guy shrugged. “I can't concern myself with a useless things like her.” Then they broke into laughter and walked away. I looked over my shoulder at their retreating form and sighed. Couldn't they find anything better to talk about?

White roses and ribbons untouched. But on the ground, crushed petals were scattered like debris after rain. Staff carried speakers out. Servers pushed empty carts, moving fast. I opened the door. There were no cheers, no congratulations—only low whispers drifting like dust. “…It’s over.” “That fast?” “The groom isn’t Henry Jones.” “It’s the one from the White family.”

“The whole crowd is waiting.” Riley finally turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were calm. Too calm. “There is no marriage, Dad,” she said softly. “It’s not happening.” His smile fell completely. “What are you saying?” His voice shook. “Riley, you promised me you wouldn’t disappoint me again.” The words cut deep. “It’s not my fault,” Riley said quietly. She reached for the letter and handed it to him. “He left first. The groom abandoned me.”

I ignored my father, took off my diamond engagement ring and tossed it at Owen. "I'm sure she'll be needing that too." With that I walked out of the house, my voice almost broke before them, the tears already stung the back of my eyes, one had accidentally slipped. I couldn't go back home, Owen and I lived together like a couple, everything in the house was only going to remind me of everything I wanted to forget but moving on wasn't as easy as walking out on all of them was. I phoned my event planner and she confirmed she was aware of the change in bride, the venue managers knew as well, the graphics designer had changed the names on the cards I sent out—I wasn't diligent enough to check th

But as I walked down the altar, unlike in soap opera, the groom wasn't standing by the right hand side waiting patiently for me with a huge smile on his face, and in addition to what had me stressed out was neither were the best men, except only one of them, Marcus, who looked as dumbfounded as I was but masked it up with a smile. His parents and sisters didn't like me too much, and I wondered why. Maybe it was because we had gotten engaged in a span of only a year after knowing each other, or what could it be? Gabriel never provided an answer whatsoever. So it was no wonder they didn't seem to care too much as I walked down the altar with no groom and alone…without my parents present. Nothi

He became restless and stood up. That bad day has come to his mind when his home was full of guests. Everyone was happy and celebrating it. Even his father was extremely happy. He was taking part in every work and gave instructions to the workers. He was also happy. Groom’s family has arrived. His friends, cousins and everyone was welcoming the guests happily. Preparation for Nikkah was going on with zeal and zest. At that moment, the women at the house started yelling. "Bride is run away, the bride has eloped...."