Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

Not attempted. Not hesitated. She had run. The image refused to leave him—her small body slipping from his reach before it had ever been his. The humiliation of it burned hotter than anger. No one ran from him. No one dared. A woman sold into marriage should have known her place. And yet… she hadn’t. Good, a part of him thought coldly. Fear would teach her obedience. But another part—one he refused to acknowledge—tightened painfully. “Sierra…..you are mine” he thought.

Gordon, a witch of Ice, they escaped and at the same time eloped through her parents that were contradictory from their relationship. Princess Brianna ran at her own wedding just to be with her lover and after how many centuries she never regretted it. Because if she stays in their dimension she's been dead by now as her parents. “Did you see that viral video? the girl that been rape by an old human?” Princess Brianna asks her boyfriend Gordon then shows her phone. “Why are you curious about that? There's nothing special in that video. They maybe want fame. The girl looked a real bitch”

She said and walked towards the Princess. Your Highness. She said and bowed to Lara. Who are you? Lara asked. Am Beth, a friend to King Nicklaus. Ohh, am Princess Lara. Lara said. Nice to meet you Princess, I'll get going now. Beth said and walked away... Princess Lara stood there staring at Beth, as she walked away. Something about her is off. She thought and proceeded to the King's Chambers... *Somewhere in another kingdom* Your Highness, you sent for me. Marcel knelt down to the King.

Being bartered off like property. "I didn't love him," Mom continues. "I barely knew him. But that didn't matter to the court. The wedding was set. My future was decided." She pauses, her gaze distant. "So I ran." "You ran away from being a princess?" "I ran away from a cage." Her voice is firm. "A gilded one, but a cage nonetheless. I found a way to cross into the human world, and I never looked back." The pieces shift in my mind. My mom—quiet, steady, always putting me first—was a runaway princess.

Although he was our enemy I didn't want to piss him off. Silence took over for a minute as if I am committed the suicide. " Don't you know young lady how to behave in front of The Prince. How dare you to interrupt me. who are you daring this? " He shouted and I shivered. " Prince..." the wander interrupted. "She is Princess of Pratapgarh, Abhishree" "Ohh..." he said and stoop up from the throne. I could feel his feet coming to me. " So We won a princess too...Very good," he said in a sarcastic tone. He came near, I could see his feet under my veil.

When all the wedding procedures were done, he grabbed my hand and took me outside. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I'm Alexandria. Nice to meet you. And you are?" I said in a polite voice. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "I hope I get the part. You won't regret working with me. I'm good when it comes to acting. Oh, shoot, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be a runaway bride. So here's the thing: I will leave you here and get changed while you go to the director. I will find you there."

"Husband? You're married? Jessica, stop playing hard to get just to get my attention. I'll give you the fairytale wedding you always dreamed of, and with the wedding dress you wanted. "This time, the wedding will be even grander than three years ago! Now that I'm the general manager of the company's branch, money is not a problem! "Mr. Holden is hosting a business banquet tomorrow evening. I'll bring you along and introduce you as my fiancee." He held out the check again. "Take this and buy yourself a decent evening gown. Don't embarrass me!" I smiled and pushed the check back to him. "Thanks, but I don't need it."

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

Without looking out, she was never going to find that out. “Yes, darling! We know who the groom is. That’s why we are here. We want to show Dia Lucrii that they won this town; we do. Come on, corporate. We are just teaching you how to pleasure your man better. We will leave everything intact; we just want to have some fun. I have never fucked someone’s bride,” goon 2 winked at her. “Do you even know who I am?” yelled Rose. Tears had now started streaming down her face. “I am the Woolridge Princess!”

As soon as it switched off, I lay on the bed, there cold caving inside me. I'd taken my own creative liberties with telling the story, especially at the end to make it sexier. There was no kingdom or princess and no man in the original story. It was something much more tragic. In the original story, the Lost Bride was from a small family, her beauty and kindness an influence to others. The family, after poverty became desperate, giving her away as a last resort. After her escape she’d found the tree and ate its fruit, turning into a bird. She flew back home, perching on her family's roof, only to be caught by her brothers whose hearts had turned cruel in her absence. She was trussed up and u