Runaway Bride Novels & Stories

Charlotte clicked it and looked through the post. The post of that "acquaintance" said: "Guys, remember the poorest bride that shocked the country more than a month ago? It was Ms. Bernard whose fiancé escaped the wedding and who got into a car accident later. I have a friend who's close to them. And I just found something even more outrageous today. It's said that today is the third anniversary of the day Ms. Bernard and her runaway groom were together. They also planned to get their marriage certificate today after their honeymoon. But you know what? My friend went shopping for bags today and saw the runaway groom choosing a ring for his true love! Ridiculous! I thought Ms. Bernard was mis

“Tell them the bride needed rest. No scandal. No story.” He hung up and stared out the massive windows as dawn painted the horizon in pale gray. The world thought they’d be honeymooning in the Hamptons. The press believed they were madly in love. But the truth? His bride was gone. And Sebastian had never wanted to hunt something so badly. Elsewhere, in the city that never slept, Isabella stood at a payphone. Her wedding dress was filthy. Her toes were numb. The silence between the rings stretched out like a lifeline—and then, finally, a voice answered.

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.

“He’s not here Mum. He left me.” “No, dear. He’s probably stuck in traffic, “ she says, wiping the tears from my eyes. This is exactly why I didn't call off the wedding. The look on my mother’s face, even though she’s trying to console me, I know she's also hurting. I hate disappointing my parents. It’s more than an hour now, and Rowan is not here. “Do you think Mr. Prescott is still coming?” “Why will he leave his bride at the altar?’’

A rebellious girl who married a farmer's son for love and discovered that love didn't cover the rent when Corbett got laid off from the Sheriff's office and had to take construction work from the Herveaux family to keep the lights on. "One night he came home with mud on his boots and a minimum wage check," Brigail said. She was looking at the runway lights, not at him. "She had been tired for a long time. That night something broke. She screamed until she was hoarse. Then she packed a bag. Then she got in the car." She paused. "She was in such a hurry to leave us she didn't see the truck. It pushed the car off the bridge." The runway lights blurred slightly. She blinked.

She didn't look back — not because she wasn't tempted, but because she had learned something about herself in eighteen months of marriage to Alexander Sinclair. If she looked back she would find a reason to stay. And she had run out of reasons to stay that were actually about her. The elevator doors closed. Lobby. Then the street. Then the cold New York air hit her face like a question she had finally decided to answer. Her phone was already in her hand. Evelyn picked up on the second ring. "I need to leave," Helen said. No preamble. No explanation. "Tonight." A beat of silence. Then Evelyn — steady, fierce, already moving:

On our wedding day, my fiancee, Mia Lawson, runs off with the best man in the wedding car. Three hours later, one of our relatives, who loves stirring up trouble, drops a video into the family group chat. It shows a car rocking back and forth. The moment everyone sees it, messages start pouring in. "Wait, isn't that the wedding car they took when they ran off together? They're pretty bold to be doing something like this in a public place." In the video, Mia is pinned against the car window by the best man, Ethan Sterling, with her neckline pulled low enough to expose plenty of skin. Her face is flushed, and the expression on her face leaves little to the imagination. She doesn't respond

"Is that a problem?" "It's just that...it may not match with your dress, but... no, ma'am. I'll get it." She smiles politely and steps away. I remove my phone from my pocket. Monique: Runaway! What? Is she for real?... runaway from home? Rose: Will it work? Monique: Can there be an engagement without a bride? I hope not. Rose: Where should I even go? Monique. It's not forever. Just vanish for a few hours.

The security ceases the commotion and trying hard to push them off. “Do not look back Charm, you have to look forward.” There are many people waiting outside the church. I and my brother walked with security escorts. I wish I’ll just disappear! Just like a bubble. But…NO! I have to do this! Do not be coward Charm! You have to do this for your brother. What would it be like if I run? Am I going to be like the runaway bride in the news? Joeff Lee Chan’s having a runaway bride at his wedding day? That would be trending if that happens!

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.