Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

That was a whole different level of pain. No matter how prepared you think you are for something, actually watching it happen is brutal. "Frank!" Princess screamed when he started running after that girl. Oh no. No, no, no. "Princess, wait!" I shouted. But she didn't listen. Of course she didn't listen. Why would she listen to her mother who's only been right about literally everything her entire life? She took off after him in that gorgeous wedding dress and those ridiculous heels, running like her life depended on catching a man who clearly wasn't worth catching.

But, horse . God of heavens, can I just go back to Audravaria? I promise I won’t run away anymore. I’ll protect the crown, I’ll aim for the throne, I’ll rule the Kingdom of Oqazia. And first of all, I would gladly let my good-for-nothing husband deprive my virginity so we could produce an heir since that was the first reason why I ran away. God of all glory and of sovereignty, I can’t live like this. I was a princess, living in a gigantic castle that reaches the skies, walking in an everlasting staircase made of gold. There’s no way I can survive as a horse!

I had left everything behind, everything that had been a safer option, and fled to follow my dreams. Because at that time, when I had been dressed in my wedding dress, made to look like the perfect bride and was about to be forced to marry a man who I didn’t even love…I hadn’t seen myself, but a puppet. A puppet that was no better than a dead woman with no dreams and no purpose. And I couldn’t let that happen. That’s why, I was so nervous to know if I made it. If everything I had just sacrificed…was in vain or if I had actually made it to this place on time to follow my dreams.

“That’s why you didn’t marry this man. I mean, I assume you didn’t because you’re living in Portland and vacationing here alone.” “Oh, no, Brian. I couldn’t marry him. Once I was left alone in the dressing room at the country club, my mind began to churn. I couldn’t imagine being married to a man like that – or him being the father of my children. My future children and I deserved better. I grabbed my bag and ran outside before anyone saw me. I . . . commandeered a golf cart all the while wearing my wedding dress and got off the grounds as fast as I could. My grandfather had taught me how to drive a golf cart ages ago,” she explained. She continued on with her story of how she escaped New Yo

I tried hard to act invisible, with my focus only on the lecture hall but it didn’t prevent my heart from beating wildly like I was about to get a heart attack. “I wonder how she worked her way up there…” I heard from a group of girls I passed and my heart pricked but I struggled to ignore whatever meaning they were trying to deduct. “This is 2023. The passionate fairy tale of a billionaire falling for a poor girl doesn't come true anymore. I can bet it that she’s offered something to get there, must be some golden pussy,”

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

Especially not Stella. But then, the whispers started as I began to walk down. “She should really change. It’s rude to the bride,” one woman muttered, her lip curling as she leaned toward her friend. “Doesn’t she know it’s not her day?” Around them, heads turned, whispers spreading like wildfire. A few exchanged glances, their expressions filled with judgement. I stopped in my tracks as their words filled my ears. They thought Stella was the bride. Most of these people had been invited by Leo's family, since I had no one on my side, so they didn't know who the bride was.

She missed my wedding. After I explained everything, her voice trembled. "Those two scumbags better be locked away for good so they don't disgust anyone else. How could they bully you like this, my dear Donna?" I paused, then said, "Remember that villa you held for me under your name? Put it up for sale. I probably won't be staying in the country." Nikki Styles and I had grown up together. Before she became financially independent, she was caught in a family feud over inheritance, leaving her temporarily cut off.

That was a whole different level of pain. No matter how prepared you think you are for something, actually watching it happen is brutal. "Frank!" Princess screamed when he started running after that girl. Oh no. No, no, no. "Princess, wait!" I shouted. But she didn't listen. Of course she didn't listen. Why would she listen to her mother who's only been right about literally everything her entire life? She took off after him in that gorgeous wedding dress and those ridiculous heels, running like her life depended on catching a man who clearly wasn't worth catching.

-Narrator - Rumors have circulated about the princess of the Arizona Blood Moon Pack running away from the packhouse right before her wedding day, leaving no trace. Her wedding is being halted, thanks to her bold step against the entire pack and the Barbarians. Some people claimed to have witnessed the princess with silver hair reflecting the moonlight, her sapphire-blue eyes glistening with the beauty of the silver moonlight, running away from the packhouse. And soon, another rumors appeared. They said that she disappeared into thin air, as if she were not a wolf but a fairy from Wonderland.