Runaway Bride/Groom Novels & Stories

"Thanks for coming. I’ve been waiting for you. I'm devastated right now." “Oh, that’s not good.” I creased my brows. “If you’re planning on making the classic Runaway Bride move, you have to be straight about it, because there’s no way in hell I am running in this dress.” “Pfft!” She swayed her hand before her face and said, “I won’t run. But I’m having second thoughts.” “Yeah, running is what comes after those very thoughts.” “No, just use your philosophies and convince me I’m doing the right thing.”

Then, in the very next second, my phone rang. I answered, and Anna's shy, sugary voice came through the line. "Ms. Shaw, the wedding may need to be moved up. My future mother-in-law had the date specially chosen for us. We'll get married in three days. It's the perfect timing. It'll help us conceive a child in one go." Almost at the same time, Victor sent me a message. 'Honey, my business trip got moved up. I might have to leave as early as tomorrow. You and the baby stay home. I'll bring you both presents.'

Nobody warned me that a wedding could feel like a business meeting. There was no music when we walked in. Damien had decided against it. It was too performative he said, for something that was already a performance. So we walked down the aisle of a room that had been arranged for a hundred and twelve guests, with only seven people in attendance: his lawyer, two board members from the Zhao family, Marcus, Vivienne's mother who still hadn't fully processed what was happening, and a registrar who kept looking between us like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

Blake looked at him baffled. Alistair knew once he claimed her he could do what he wanted. He wasn't looking for a wife. At twenty one years old he was enjoying freedom. A different woman each and every night. Different pubs in the town. Fights and claiming the power from witches. Drunkeness and wild sex. He thoroughly enjoyed his life. Alexander knew that it was wolf tradition. If Alistair had marked Edith than she is his. His heart sank. My men will escort you out.

Please bestow blessings upon the newlywed couple. "STOP! It was supposed to be me who got married! Elina, how dare you even consider stealing my husband? You are a whore!" Aspiring physician and college student Elina Saint James marries Adrian Walker, the apparent heir apparent to the illustrious Walker Group of the nation, who happens to be her prospective brother-in-law. She was the man's replacement for the sister Olivia Saint James, whom he had initially been meant to marry. They might have ended their relationship with just one glance, but they had never, ever imagined that they would be forced to marry. Elina makes the life-changing decision to have her first drink on the final day of

“And he won’t change his mind?” “He doesn’t change his mind,” my uncle replied. “That’s what makes him reliable.” The word reliable sat wrong in my chest. I should have walked away. I knew that. But my feet wouldn’t move. “There are conditions,” my aunt said. “Of course there are,” my uncle scoffed. “Men like him don’t buy without rules.” Buy. My fingers tightened around the basket. “He wants the marriage registered immediately,” my uncle continued. “No delays. No engagement period. No chance for rumors to start.”

"I'm not asking you to marry me tomorrow. Or next week. Or even next year. I'm asking you to say yes. To promise me that someday — when this is over — you'll be my wife." Tears streamed down my face. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes?" "Yes." He slid the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly. Like it had been waiting for me. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." "Don't ever leave me." "I won't." He kissed me. The city watched. The sun set. And for the first time in my life, I knew I was home. ---

The groom was losing it—pounding the passenger window, yelling at a bridesmaid in the back, scrambling to open the door. The voiceover? Said the bride flat-out refused to get out at the hotel—said the "get-off fee" was too cheap. It's this weird tradition—the groom had to cough up some cash before the bride steps out.

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.

The calm assertion of a plan finally executed with no room for intervention. Mrs. Ekanem leaned back, folding her hands on the ledger. “I am beginning to like this bride,” she said, quietly approving. Freeda met the older woman’s gaze. “There is no caterer to call. No event planner. No online guest sheet. No florist contract under our names. The dress is at a local shop, cash receipt only. The rings are in our possession. Witnesses know by hand, not email. The car is ours unless the engine dies.”