Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

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

Edward asked. The princess nodded. “Yes, I am.” The king of Klean, king Ferdinand Ono, told them about the plight of losing his only daughter and princess of Klean when they visited three months ago to meet with him and Prince Simone, his son. According to him, he believed the princess ran away after being matched to marriage. She wrote a letter detailing her need to leave because she didn’t want to marry the noble son, Niall, of the house Othman and they had been searching for her for over a week then.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

Whenever she stared at the full-length mirror, she could see a happy woman in her dream wedding gown. It had a princess silhouette, but the top had a rather modern feel. Instead of a princess collar, the bodice had a halter top, leaving the back open. However, sheer fabric covered it to keep her from getting cold. Also, it was decorated with intricate beading. There was also a large bow at the back to obscure the joining of the skirt and the bodice. As for the arms, her shoulders were bare. However, white sheer gathered halfway through the upper arms and flowed down to the wrists. White flower bracelets cuffed the sleeve, letting a few inches of white sheer cover the hands.

Angus adds. “So, then the rumors are true. The princesses from each of the Lycan kingdoms did runaway.” Tillamuk comments. “Yes, from what Bryce was able to find out they had planned to run away because they had both been told that they would be married. Neither wanted that so they ran away a week before the wedding. They met up in the city but once they left the city their trails went cold. I do know that Sofyia’s mother’s family was from Montana which also happens to be where her parents met.” Angus said.

On the second ring, he picked it up—not without hissing. “How's it going?” her anxious voice echoed. He smirked. He felt good that she was a bit destabilized. At least she'd reduce the running of her lips for some time. “I told you I have it under control.” With that, Mrs Beth breathed in. ———————- “What did you find out?” Ethan’s voice sounded, as he took a drag from his cigarettes. “That she left abroad.” “What!” his voice echoed. He couldn't believe his runaway bride would ever have the means to travel abroad.

The mountain lions, too, are unlike anything Regina has ever seen before: each one is easily two or three times the size of one typical of the breed, adorned with riding straps as though they were common horses. And as she stands gaping at the scene, her gaze is drawn almost immediately afterwards to the Prince and his bride, who stand out even among their impressive entourage. From the center of the small cluster of people, Prince Damian dismounts his “steed”, landing deftly on the gravel below. As if in silent tandem, his companion - the unknown yet quiet princess, presumably - dismounts, too, with an eerie, lithe grace to her movements that reminds Regina of- absurdly enough, a jungle cat

"Babe, thank you for being so understanding. I think we still need to refine some of the wedding details." She went on, "Aiden said we could do a helicopter bouquet drop. It wouldn't just make you look good—it would make us both look good in front of everyone. "Also, he said my custom wedding gown doesn't show off my figure well enough. Since the wedding's been postponed, maybe we should switch to another one?" Olivia babbled on and on over the phone. Her ideas were completely ridiculous, and every other sentence revolved around Aiden. A helicopter bouquet drop? Swapping out a custom wedding gown just like that?

Now? She couldn't imagine leaving him and everything that came with it. It was the whole package deal she will not be willingly decline. Not because she was trapped. Because she chose to stay. The realization hit harder, she wasn't the reluctant bride anymore, she wasn't the runaway actress and she wasn't the scared girl searching for answers. She had become something else. And she was entirely someone else. A leader. A strategist. A future queen of a dangerous world. The thought should've frightened her. Instead—it felt right to point that it terrified her even more.

He would go insane when he found it. The night air stung to my skin, sending cold waves down my spine and my reflection at my phone screen almost made me laugh. The all-known Alexander's bride was reduced to a runaway girl with messy hair and a small backpack. But, this was better than being a priced asset to some egoistic narcissist.