Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

I was swung around in a hug and given ten minutes to be kissed by him. He whispered, "We're going to meet tomorrow," in a grim look. “Tomorrow,” I whispered back. Yet, as expected, the situation was not perfect. By morning, the world was already in flames. The headlines hit first. “Billionaire Damian Cole Engaged? Who's the Mystery Woman?”. Does the term "Runaway Bride" refer to a career con artist? Or not? Damian's fiancee' story is brought to light. Photos of me. Of Dylan. Of my past.

In other words, they didn't escape the handsome pirate's island. Princess Chandra immediately went to Moris. She immediately looked for it out of concern that what might have happened to him. Because the princess found out that she was saved from the disaster that happened to both of them by Moris, so she was worried that something might have happened to Moris and he was not saved or no one came to his rescue like hers. Moris was in danger because of her actions. The next time she runs away, she will be alone. She will only return to Moris if there is an opportunity. That was the plan she came up with and yes she would run away again. She is still planning an escape from the handsome pirate.

All it took five years ago is one mistaken call slip that brought her here - in front of the man she loves. Wyoming realized there are actually no accidents or mistakes in life. Those little tweaks are actually destiny’s way of gearing a person to his or her correct path. She may have been a replacement bride before, but fate proved that even a replacement can become the real thing. Five years later, Wyoming is no longer that replacement bride, she is the only bride- Cayden’s bride. The End…..

“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.

I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep. I hear Alvar’s footsteps approach and stop in front of me. It’s strange how he hasn’t said a word today. I feel him take the remote. “Drip.” The TV is on. I hear it play: [(intense music playing) “Coming up next for you on the prime time show:” (rhythmic drum beat) “Alpha’s Runaway Bride!!!”] “Alpha’s Runaway Bride?” I hear Alvar ask through gritted teeth.

“Jensen, where are you? Why aren’t you replying to my messages?” Her voice was urgent, with a hint of unease. Back then, I would have yelled at her or gone insane. I had never been this quiet and unresponsive. She sensed something was wrong, and her unease deepened, so her tone softened again. “Jensen, you’re very sensible, unlike him. This is the last time, I promise.” I was slightly startled. Over the years, the words I heard the most from her were 'I promise you'. The first time she ran away from our wedding, she was full of regret and promised she would never believe Kyle again. The second time, she was furious and promised to cut ties with him. The third time, she even smashed her phone

He had that same sick smile on his face. "Going somewhere, my bride?" We were trapped. The maid looked at me and then at Maria. Without a word, she screamed and lunged at Roland, tackling him and pinning his arms for just a second. "RUN!" she yelled. Maria grabbed my hand. We looked at the roaring river below the bridge. It was our only chance. "Together?" I asked. "Together," Maria said. We jumped. The cold water swallowed us, and the current took us away from the castle and into the dark.

Different staffs could be seen moving in their arrays. “I heard about your runaway bride? Is there anything you don’t mess up? I even put stakes on it and you screw this one up too?” Avan retorted. “Yeah, right. Rub it on my face. Besides she didn’t runaway, she was kidnapped. You know, you should have stayed out of the wager and everything about the wedding. Can’t you see you’re bad luck?”

I took one deep breath and said in anger to Gina, “Miss Gina Lee. That charity fund was set up by my mother. Princess Annabella. And yes, I am the lost Princess of Averna, also known as the runaway bride. You stupid b*tch!” I then hang up the call and knew my friendship with Gina ended that night.