Runaway Bride/Groom Novels & Stories

She looked confused. The applause slowly faded. People began whispering to each other, trying to figure out what was going on. The bride looked around, her face growing more worried by the second. As things got quiet, Mrs. Smith,Noah's mom, a classy woman who looked young for her age,walked up to the bride, holding a piece of paper. People started whispering again. "Looks like the groom ran off," someone whispered. "Poor girl's been ditched." Another person added, "He was too good for her anyway. Did she really think she could marry into the Smith family?" Then with a sneer, "An orphan girl trying to score big."

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

I smiled, straightened my dress, and walked off to find Liam’s family. I, Diana Clark, was never one to suffer in silence. The banquet hall was bustling with activity. Even though the groom hadn’t arrived, the guests continued mingling as if nothing was amiss. I scanned the room before dialing his number. “Liam has run away from the wedding. Your family owes me a groom. Find me one!” Across the room, I spotted him—dignified and composed, striding toward me with purpose. “Miss Clark.” “Mr. Hopkins, Liam left to chase after Sharon. I refuse to marry a two-faced man like him. Your family needs to make this right. Find me a new groom, and we’ll call it even.”

Chris sets my veil over my face before I step outside. Tate and I had decided to marry each other on the day we met instead of the spring wedding I always dreamed of, but I wouldn't change this date for anything else. It was the day my life changed for the better. Since my cousin’s house is close to mine and Tate’s, we decided on a backyard wedding, so all I had to do was walk through the forest. The steady march of “Here Comes the Bride” plays as I near the edge of the trees, and the guests stand from their chairs while Julia makes her way towards her father in her flower girl outfit. I knew that I was the blushing bride, but as soon as my eyes met Tate's stare full of love, everything stop

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

Listening to Liam's words and looking at her name on the document, Amelia was deeply moved. "You don't need to put it under my name, you know. It's a marital asset so we both—" "No, this is your pre-marital asset." Liam ruffled Amelia's hair affectionately. "You are my wife and I want you to have a wedding gift. Thanks to a lawyer, the villa—your gift—is considered your pre-marital asset. I never plan to divorce you. But I figure I should do this to reassure you," Liam said solemnly, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

Lucas seemed offended that his mom would think that of him. But she chuckled instead, "Right as if you two don't do anything together, so now back to what you've done." She wasn't wrong; they always did everything together no matter what. It was their little habit since childhood, they always were a team and always did mischief together, they were that way. "Well, it all started with the runaway bride." Seb started elucidating everything that had happened, all the plans they made, their scheming, and plotting, then the falling in love, the Harper situation, then Scar's kidnapping, and everything else till now.

I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep. I hear Alvar’s footsteps approach and stop in front of me. It’s strange how he hasn’t said a word today. I feel him take the remote. “Drip.” The TV is on. I hear it play: [(intense music playing) “Coming up next for you on the prime time show:” (rhythmic drum beat) “Alpha’s Runaway Bride!!!”] “Alpha’s Runaway Bride?” I hear Alvar ask through gritted teeth.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this.” The headline flashed bold and merciless: “Groom Abandons Bride at the Altar — Runs Out Screaming Another Woman’s Name.” And below it, the snippet: Delilah Weston. Wait…what? I froze, then let out a sharp laugh that turned into a wicked giggle. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He actually ran? Thorne threw his head back, roaring with laughter, almost spilling his champagne. “All because of you, baby. A ghost he thought would haunt him forever. That mother fucker is delusional.”