Runaway Bride/Groom Novels & Stories

Different staffs could be seen moving in their arrays. “I heard about your runaway bride? Is there anything you don’t mess up? I even put stakes on it and you screw this one up too?” Avan retorted. “Yeah, right. Rub it on my face. Besides she didn’t runaway, she was kidnapped. You know, you should have stayed out of the wager and everything about the wedding. Can’t you see you’re bad luck?”

But that didn't mean I'd let him humiliate me the same way twice, especially not on my wedding day. Michelle had been Gaius's junior back in school. At our small but warm wedding seven years ago, she had caused a similar scene. Just as the officiant was about to prompt the groom to say "I do," she burst into tears in the audience, creating chaos before collapsing on the spot. Gaius had no choice but to rush her to the hospital. He stayed by her side for a full 48 hours. The wedding ended without resolution. That day, his social media update read, "Safe and sound," followed by, "Tying the knot."

THE RUNAWAY BRIDE OF GREYFALL CITY. THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Teresa ole had always envisioned her wedding day as the happiest occasion of her life. She thought about flowers, white orchids, lilac roses, petals floating under her feet like blessings from the universe. She thought about joy, loud laughter, her mom crying softly into a handkerchief while her dad, trying to appear firm, would show his weak point through trembling hands. She thought about love.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

Leo said haughtily. Geraldine rolled her eyes. David cleared his throat. “All right, we’ll wait, but I have it on very good authority that she isn’t here yet. Isn’t she supposed to get dressed here like Blake?” “Yes. I’m sure she’s here,” Brad reiterated. “Me, Leo and . . . who else?” he asked as he looked at Leo. “Bonnie, Sally, and grandmother.” “Grandmother!” they shouted. “Shh! You want every single guest to hear that the groom’s own family placed a bet on the future of his marital status,” Leo hissed.

he retorted, crossing his arms. "Excuse me? I'm still to blame?" I heard him curse under his breath, jaw clenched as he swallowed visibly. When I looked up at him, I was taken aback, particularly when he took a step closer. "You're the reason why I'm late, Miss Runaway Bride," he whispered. I swallowed hard. What did he just say? My cheeks flushed. "You rudely stopped in the middle of the road! And by the way, I'm not a runaway bride!"

The wedding was meant for him to secure everything. Political alliances. More money. And more power. The vole family joining his future administration, and sliver— Beautiful, obedient sliver---, had destroyed every thing by running away. He still felt the humiliation burning under his skin. Hundreds of high important guests. Camera everywhere. Now news had already spread online: Runaway Bride Disappears Before Ceremony Ends. He wanted to kill someone, instead he turned towards the windows overlooking the big city as rain poured outside. “she couldn’t have gone far” another guard said carefully

Either We get married or not. That was so confusing. "What are you saying??" "I am saying that I transferred this house paper and this house is now all yours. it's just a small wedding gift." "But shouldn't you be telling me this secret on our wedding night??" I curiously asked

The man leans into me I can feel his breath against my ear “ do we have a runaway bride on our hands“? I sense intrigue on his tongue, I don’t deviate, instead I turn to where his breath stands, lean into his face, so we’re nearly nose to nose and whisper seductively to match his unorthodox attitude “ a runaway bride would need an escort. I seem to be short of those, besides, it would have to be in a style that would attract enough attention that will keep this town talking for a century. So unless you plan on being an accomplice and giving me a match I suggest we finish this cigar in silence. You are crashing my garden party after all sir”.

" I dug my fingernails into my palms as my heart throbbed painfully. In the room, I looked around the crowd of mocking faces and perfectly understood that this was a scene specially staged by Adeline and Tracie, all to make me the laughingstock of Crisea and please Everett. They were certain I would flee like a coward, but I wasn't going to let them have it their way. I walked up, knelt on one knee before the bride, and pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me?" For a moment, dead silence fell over the room before Adeline's rage and Tracie's panic followed. Adeline rushed forward and yanked me up. "Have you lost your mind, Aston? Are you serious about marrying a widowed fishmonger?