Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

“You didn’t come here to befriend me.” “No,” she agreed smoothly. “I came to understand you.” “Why?” “Because you matter to him. And because I have the curiosity to know why a woman who was once a queen, ran away and left the king to bleed.” The words caught me off guard. I didn’t let it show. “And that concerns you?” “It informs me.” She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t insecure. She was calculating. “I don’t want your position. And you don’t know the difficulties I faced before I ran away.” I said evenly.

"This is crazy, one of the longest lines I've ever brought a talent to for an audition," Denise shook her head, looking at the queue of actors and actresses auditioning for the film, 'The Fallen Princess' Return.' While Kyle was finding a way to get the Swans to sell their company shares, Gabrielle and Denise flew all the way to the City of Angels, hoping to get a chance to take the lead role of the movie set in medieval times. It was a story about a princess' undying love for her prince that she resorted to scheming and unlawful acts to gain power so her husband would fall in favor of the crown. However, the princess was executed after her crimes were revealed to the emperor.

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.

"Now please, ma'am, as you were saying." "All right then. I didn't get to hear the whole tale. They were drunk, your Sabine and her lady-in-waiting. She was confiding in her maid about how she was actually a princess on the run. Had a bad run-in with an Alpha and was banished from her pack because she'd gotten with child. A loose woman that one couldn't even tell the girl who the father was. She met the man while in Eventide, went down to a pub like this one, and got herself right pissed. She fell on the first Alpha she saw; dancing was all she needed to be wooed, the strumpet."

And we learned. I’d spent my whole life running from that truth. From them. From me. I escaped when I was nineteen, stole money from a drawer no one thought I had the guts to open, and slipped onto a cargo boat headed for anywhere that wasn’t there. I made it to this city with nothing but a forged ID, a bruised heart, and a name I had to kill. I became Rosa Amato. A girl with no history, no ties, just a future she had to build from scratch.

Their wealth comes from their mines, which are filled with gold and gems. “Uneducated animals,” Princess Vivian once maliciously described them. “I would sooner bed a rabid dog than a wolf from the Northern Kingdom.” Hysterical laughter bubbles within me as I’m dragged into the castle. Animals? She’s the chicken who ran away, leaving me as a decoy. And now I’m going to die in her place while she rebuilds her life with ease.

she said, voice precise, measured. Freeda took it, The headline sprawled across a gossip site, over a glossy photo of Scott stepping from her building the night before: Billionaire Rival Baley Moves In as Rejected Bride Spirals. Winnie, leaning against the filing cabinet, let out a low, vicious laugh. “Spirals again. These people need a new vocabulary.” Kris reached for the page, lips flattening after a quick skim. “They made him look like a savior. You look like a mess.”

The bus pulled away from the curb, leaving the pristine, perfect world of Greenwich behind. She was a runaway bride, on a public bus, with no money, no phone, and no plan. She was, finally, disappearing.

Leaving aside whether this so-called terminal illness was even real, over the past few days, the Rosses and the Costellos had joined forces to hire the world’s top medical team and develop the most expensive treatments for Alyssa. Even if it were truly terminal, it should have been cured by now. This was nothing more than an excuse to forgive Alyssa for running away from the wedding all those years ago with a clear conscience. Seeing my silence, their anger only intensified. Elio issued a direct order. “Bring her along, too! No matter what it takes, she must convince Alyssa to come back today.” I was roughly thrown into the car before the vehicle sped all the way toward the bridge.

The Runaway Bride BOOK 1 Intro: Rhea Lockwood was never supposed to escape. Born a mafia Princess in a world daughters are traded like contracts, where obedience was currency and marriage was leverage. Her father Reginald Macini sold her future to a man with money, power, and a history no one spoke about too loudly, not even after his wife died under suspicious circumstances. When Rhea had known the type of fate that awaits a woman like her but when she realizes she just being married but sold to a beast one who kills his own wife with his bare hands she did an unforgivable thing.