Runaway Love En Vogue Novels & Stories

Maverick said, guffawing. "She's mine." Carl seized the initiative. "Get away from her." "Carlie, you look even more handsome when you're jealous now!" Maverick wasn't scared of Carl's coldness at all. "Moreover, you're getting jealous about something that will never happen. "No wonder people say that being in love will lower your IQ." Violet couldn't stick around any longer. Wriggling out of Carl's arms, she ran away. "Violet darling! I won't take too much of Carlie's time. He'll be right there!" Maverick shouted at Violet.

“So fiery passion runs in your blood. I can see it. Even if you try to hide behind quietness.” The corner of my mouth lifted despite myself. I countered, “And what about you? Do all Parisians arrive dressed like they walked out of a Vogue spread?” Caroline laughed, the sound low and musical, drawing the curious gaze of a man at the bar — though she didn’t notice, or didn’t care. She leaned her elbow against the counter, her entire attention fixed on me. “Then tell me, Violette of Argentina… what do you want most, right now? Something simple. Not money, not fame. Just the thing only your heart knows.”

"That's just a ruse married women pull." That was probably what Shane thought too. To be honest, if she had not purposely been obvious about it, I would not have caught on so quickly. Two weeks ago, Robyn posted a photo on her social media. Their company had gone on a hiking trip, and it was a photo of them then, at the summit watching the sunrise. In the photo, there was another person in between her and Shane, but she was leaning in his direction while beaming widely. Everything about her screamed youthful energy.

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.

I understand it’s all a facade and she was playing her part to perfection when it came to pretending to be my loving girlfriend. For a fleeting moment, her eyes strayed to mine with a smile on her face and I returned the smile, even going an extra step to gently caress her palm that was on the table but Vincenzo’s next words finally pulled me out of my inner monologue. “You both make it difficult to not reminisce on the young love I once had,” I stared at him with a smile and shook my head. For his reputation, it's quite funny to put the man and the word, love, in the same sentence.

M-Make love? A few guys walked out butt naked and wet from the showers and Kouga stood up, patting me on the shoulder. "You know your girl best dude but seriously, the second advice works faster. Bring out that charm that makes all the girls fall for you and forget us. Tell me if it works tomorrow". With that, he walked away. I sighed and ran my fingers through my platinum blonde locks. Make love... ********

"Might as well get comfortable." "Oh, that’s just great." I sarcastically added and sighed. "Why do you think she ran away from her husband?" Axel asked as he sat down on the other couch in the lounge. "Another lover?" Joey replied from the kitchen and came to sit down as well. "I think to make the boss worry so that she gets more attention." Vin laughed as he guessed. "I don’t know, man. If I had a rich partner to spoil me, I wouldn’t just run away." Axel added.

We will see the priest when we have caught my runaway bride. “What the fuck do you mean?’ ‘My bride has gotten cold feet you fucker. She escaped in a bloody wedding dress, and we need to find her before she brings all the attention to herself and fuck us all up.’ Viper screamed into the phone, and my blood sizzled hot inside my veins. Pride swelled inside my chest, longing stretching my soul from every corner. A smirk curled on my lips before I rolled my stiff neck on my shoulders. A frce of energy pumped into my stream, and I fucking lit up like christmas lights.

Willow laughed sensuously and flipped over to get on top of Eric. "Break up with Whitney if you don't love her. Marry me and I'll satisfy you day and night." Eric frowned at her words. "No one loves Whitney more than I do. Don't talk about her that way ever again." Willow wanted to say more but stopped when she heard Eric's words. It was a huge blow to her. Love and sex were two separate entities to men. They entangled in bed throughout the night without stopping. Eric finally got out of bed right before the wedding and headed to the venue.

That familiar tall figure rushed in. Kieran was searching frantically through the crowd. He used vampire speed, moving like a blur. He was looking for me. Through the bustling crowd, his gaze seemed to sweep over me. For a split second, my heart instinctively clutched. Five years of habit. It was a reaction etched into my very bones. I knew if I turned around, he would rush over, maybe embrace me, maybe lock me up again. But I didn't stop. I gripped my boarding pass, my knuckles turning white.