Runaway Bride/Groom Novels & Stories

The uncomfortable tension between the bride and groom permeated the entire dining room. Bree could feel a crawling in her skin that made every inch of her body itch. All she wanted to do was rip her skin off, but since that wouldn’t solve the problem, she did her best to ignore both of them, praying it would all be over soon, and she could get on a plane back to Nashville and never think about any of these people again.

When the both of them talk they forget everyone around them. ‘Did he just escape?’ It sounded more like a statement than a question. Mia laughed. ‘Of course he did aunt, it's not like we would discuss anything that interests him.’ ‘So tell me how is the jitters for next week?’ ‘I am super anxious!’ ‘Don't worry dear, it’s only for the meantime. You’ll make a beautiful bride.’ ‘So, you won't be attending my wedding?’ Mia asked pouting. ‘I am sorry dear, I am miles away from you all and I don’t want to make false promises.’

CHRISTY: Runaway bride. Billionaire jilted groom. Yes. I was Everette Watson's runaway bride. A billionaire and owned a multi-billion company where my father was also an investor. Our marriage was about a potential business marriage, but since I was a romantic fool who believed in love, I did not accept the marriage and ran away even if I risked my parent's wrath. My parents disowned me, but did not care about it thinking this was my life and I was the only one who could decide for me.

"Husband? Is she a married woman?" "That rude pitch?" Abby gave a disgusted look. "Is Mr. Steven that rude? I heard my colleague talking something like that too." "Steven?" Clara's Irish boarned furthermore. "Is Steven her husband?" Her voice rarely left her lips as shocks kept interfering with her thoughts. "I would rather choose the groom that my father picked for me." Abby scoffed and blinked to get the faded vision into a clear one. "What is she talking about?" Clara's mind swaddled with the conflict. She squeezed her senses to connect Abby's and Annie's words, and at last she aghasted with the conclusion, "She is the runaway bride!"

The tension in the room thickens as he closes the distance between us. “You.” I flinch. His fingers ghost over my jaw, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “You were supposed to be mine, dolcezza.” His voice is lower now, rougher, edged with something bitter, something unforgiving. “You were going to be my bride.” My throat tightens. Memories crash into me, unbidden. The church. The white dress. The way his hands had trembled when he reached for me. The look in his eyes when I turned my back on him and ran.

“Second, this marriage stays on paper. No real wedding, no honeymoon, no—” Adrian cut her off with a slow, knowing glance. “No sex?” Her cheeks burned, but she kept her expression neutral. “Exactly.” He hummed as if considering. “Agreed.” Something about how easily he accepted that unsettled her. Like he knew something she didn’t. “Last condition,” she continued, “when this is over, I walk away. No strings attached.” Adrian studied her for a long moment, then nodded. “Deal.” With that, he slid the contract toward her.

It was a blog page, and at the very top, in bold letters, the title of the page left her stiff. “Runaway Bride Tells All: Nate Hayes Manipulated Everything.” Isla’s forehead squeezed as she looked up slowly to meet Leila’s expectant, anxious gaze. “Runaway bride?” Isla muttered, her voice caught between disbelief and rising curiosity. “Nate? Manipulation?” What were they saying? None of it made sense yet. Isla reached for the tablet again and began to scroll further down, eyes skimming quickly. As more of the lines unfolded, Isla's breath started to grow shallow.

Cinthye will make sure Damien will see her defiance in any way possible. Her black laced wedding gown trailed down the floor, long slit running up to her right thigh. Black flowers on her hands. The heavy double doors of the church open. Today's headline: Black Bride Actress. Jaws dropped on the floor when she entered the hall. Snaps and blinding lights of the camera made her walk as if she's in the runway. A tall build waiting on the aisle sinfully handsome, his tattoos peeking from his suit. Damien Voss stand tall like he owned everything.

Along the way, he took out his phone and sent me a voice message. "Stop throwing a tantrum, Ellie. Mr. Hammond is about to get married today, so I already know you were lying to me before. If you show up in front of me in ten minutes, I can forget about all the foolish things you've done so far." The moment his voice message was sent, the expensive mahogany doors in front of him slowly opened. Beneath the cascade of spotlights, I stepped forward, holding the edge of my shimmering gown as I slowly walked down the aisle.

The guests exchanged confused glances. "What's happening? Where's the bride? Is she still getting ready?" "Who knows? But come to think of it, no one's mentioned seeing Ashlee today. Do you think we have a runaway bride on our hands?" Someone blinked in surprise. "Honestly… That doesn't sound impossible." Ruben caught every word of their hushed discussions, and his heart began to pound frantically. Runaway bride? Would Ashlee really leave him at the altar? As countless thoughts raced through his mind and his body gradually stiffened, the giant screen behind him suddenly flickered to life with a crackle.