Runaway Bride/Groom Novels & Stories

Not hers. The mate bond was sacred, and it was considered an abomination to come between them. Even if she wanted to, Maya couldn't stop Ayra and Merlin from loving each other. But it was the betrayal that Maya couldn't forgive. To think that Merlin had been using her all this while pained her the most. And now, she had to participate in the wolf king's bride selection? The universe must be against her. Everyone knew the wolf king. He was the strongest of their kind, hence his title and the admiration. However, he was as cruel as he was handsome. He is a capricious tyrant who hosts a yearly bride selection to choose lovers, potentially bankrupting the palace with his whims.

The focus was no longer just her as it was earlier It was all three of them. this time around. He reacted first—too fast. He pulled his hands away from Matilda as if burned, shoving them into his pockets before immediately pulling one out again, stepping toward the woman. “Hey, hon—” A quick peck on her head. Too quick. Too careful. “Matilda,” he said, turning slightly, “meet my wife.” A beat. “The one with the best decision instincts.” A faint smirk touched his lips. “She’s been making our family proud.”

“What?” “You’ll sit beside me. You’ll smile when necessary. You’ll say very little.” His gaze sharpened. “And you’ll play the role you chose the moment you walked down that aisle.” I pushed myself upright slowly, furious at how breathless I sounded when I asked, “Why?” He adjusted his cuff with maddening calm, like he hadn’t just pinned me to his bed and made my heart beat like I was the one who had lost control. “Because now that I know who you are,” he said, “I find you far more interesting than the bride I was supposed to marry.”

“How do you know my name?” “Because I’ve been looking for you.” He leaned back slightly. “My name is Damien Laurent. Sit down. We need to talk.” I glanced around the diner. My manager was in the back. “I can’t. I’m working.” “Five minutes,” he said. “What I’m offering could change everything for you.” Something in his tone made me pull out the chair. I sat, heart hammering. “Talk fast.” He didn’t waste words. “My grandfather’s will has a marriage clause. I need a wife. Temporary. In return, I clear all your debts, get your brother Noah out of prison, and pay you enough money that you’ll never work in a place like this again.”

"I thought my family wanted Beatrice." "Beatrice," I repeated numbly. "Yes. The snobbish one. The perfect one. The one everyone expected me to marry." He tilted his head. "But apparently, they switched the bride at the last minute. I'm supposed to marry her sister. The one the world barely knows." My heart stopped. "You," I whispered. "You're Diego." He grinned. It was devastating. "And you're my runaway bride." I shook my head. "I'm not marrying you. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm running away. I'm—"

He canceled—ten times. Now, here he was, going all out, sparing no expense. For what? To move himself? I had no time to take part in this tragic performance. I closed the livestream and went back to practicing violin. Later, the media had a field day—word got out that the wedding had cost ten million. But the bride never arrived. Tom spent the whole day on his knees at the venue, vowing his devotion.

, Stan said pleadingly. In a split of a second, the car was swiftly moving past a series of cars, ignoring traffic rules and receiving various yells and honks from other cars. “We are here”, the driver announced, while Stan dropped a note in his hands and rushed away as though his life were on the line. *** She was a few steps away from her groom. Her groom, Ethan, stood at the far end of the aisle, opposite the priest, who was patiently waiting to join them in holy matrimony.

He left her, or so to speak, he ditched her. On the most awaited day that Daphne Collins had been looking forward to, Maverick Powell, her groom, abandoned her in front of the aisle—in front of everyone. She never thought that Maverick would do this, especially on the day of her wedding. Like in movies, Daphne believed it was always the bride who ran away, not the groom. It was ironic to think she would be the ‘Bug Guy’ to Maverick’s Julia Roberts.

"Husband? You're married? Jessica, stop playing hard to get just to get my attention. I'll give you the fairytale wedding you always dreamed of, and with the wedding dress you wanted. "This time, the wedding will be even grander than three years ago! Now that I'm the general manager of the company's branch, money is not a problem! "Mr. Holden is hosting a business banquet tomorrow evening. I'll bring you along and introduce you as my fiancee." He held out the check again. "Take this and buy yourself a decent evening gown. Don't embarrass me!" I smiled and pushed the check back to him. "Thanks, but I don't need it."

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."