Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

Chasing the Princess who is more than determine to get away from hell where she grows up from. “Knight, faster. You can do this boy.” “Princess!” The Kingdom’s general, screams her name. But the Princess didn’t give any attention to him nor the heart to listen, for just like anyone else. He is the king’s, loyal man. “Yah!” She kept her horse running even faster, training him for a long for this escape that she didn’t expect to be this early. Yet, the perfect time for her to do so. The sky suddenly darkens, brewing a storm as she now can see the dark forest people in the kingdom believed and legends say to be a curse.

"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.

“What are you talking about? I don’t have any—” I turn my attention to the pile of papers before me. “I don’t care who you fuck as long as you stay away from me. You are a political prisoner here, Princess Vivian. You want to have a child, have one. I’m sure it will keep you busy.” Vivian slams her hands down on the desk, her voice raised. “What am I lacking? I am more beautiful than that little tramp! I am of royal descent! You should be grateful that I’m allowing somebody like you to lay with me! Do you know how many men have begged me for a sliver of my attention?! That woman—Nobody even knows who her parents were! She could have been the child of a prostitute, for all you know! She and I

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.”

I ran into the road, like a bride running towards her groom, my gown flowing in the air while I ran like I was a video vixen running towards her groom, passerby watched as I ran with a heel on a wedding dress, I paid no attention to them, billy’s house was about twenty minutes to the church, I ran like my life depended on it. At some point I got tired of running with my heels on. I sat at the edge of the road, unbuckled my heels, and held them in my hands, I could see his gate from a distance, I'm close. “You look so beautiful “. A passerby complimented. “Hey look, a runaway bride “. Another teased. “Why is she running in a wedding dress?”. An aged woman asked. “Her groom is probably with th

“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.

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.