Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

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.

Her legs were bleeding, her ribs ached and her heart felt like it might burst but she didn’t stop. Just that morning, she had stood in front of a mirror dressed in white silk, perfect makeup, a beautiful bride, a dutiful daughter, a sacrifice. She stood in a church, surrounded by flowers, lights, and smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. Now? A runaway. “You’re doing this,” she whispered aloud, pushing through dripping leaves. Now, she was nothing but a runaway bride. “Camela!” another voice called. Closer, familiar. She froze. That voice. Vincent Castellano

They are looking for the fugitive Princess and runaway future Alphas. “I have put out on all the blogs about the Fugitive Princess, who abandoned her child,” Tristian smirks. “Can we sell her as a Fugitive Princess?” Ari asks, standing over me looking at the list of packs on our side. “You mean win the PR War?” Tristian nods his head. “She has made a lot of enemies through the years and others just don't like her. So, I hope so.” “Tristian won several packs by telling them about you,” I tell Ari. “You are like the lost Princess of the Legend everyone hoped for. The oppressed Cinderella who found her way to the ball.”

You escaped. And found freedom, she whispered. He tightened his arms around her. And love. Teresa leaned into him. The runaway bride was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew exactly who she was. And where she was going.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

The hallway light is off, and only the moonlight illuminates us. The cold begins to brush against my skin, but I walk towards him. “That doesn’t mean I plan to leave.” “You have reason to leave me.” “Is that what you want? For me to leave? A runaway bride on her wedding night?” I stop in front of him. I feel his gaze on me. My breasts harden with his masculine closeness and heat. “You are my wife. You would be a runaway wife, more like.” His hand slowly runs down my cheek and tucks a naughty lock behind my ear. I close my eyes to enjoy this I was missing and had no idea.

Everywhere erupted into chaos as people tried to ascertain what could have happened to their bride. “Call the ambulance!” Someone cried out from the crowd. “Give her air! Some space please!” Ethan yelled when it seemed as though everyone was trying to get a hold of her. Mrs. Williams held Carissa as she checked her pulse. “Carissa”, she called out while shaking her fervently. Carissa didn’t flinch a bit where she laid. She remained still, creating the illusion that she passed out. A smile curved on Stan’s lips and inwardly, he was delighted that there was an end to the wedding.

"That is my stand and do not see any possibilities of changing my mind ''Princess TT was unshaken from our worries. We came across a familiar castle which I suppose it was similar to the one we meet during the first day when Princess TT came with her friend and maid Imani.This time round the castle was painted blue and the river was now narrow and almost dying ;climate change was real.The stream was in hunger of water.We picked some berries from the nearest farm and she romantically played with me as she gave me some different flowers picked from the garden and gave me fruits to eat by his mouth.He seemed not disturbed by what we had just discussed with teh king .She looked relaxed.I feared

She stayed at Byron's place, too tired to celebrate with anything more than an evening of TV watching. She was bringing some yogurt from the kitchen when Byron jumped up from the couch and threw the TV remote across the room, uttering a profanity. "What's happening?" Emily cried as Rupert stood up and gave a low whine. "It's my ex!" Byron pointed at the screen, wearing the same expression as if he had seen a worm there. "Coming this fall," the announcer of a film trailer said, "from Papyrus Pictures... She was a woman who escaped the shackles of civilization... only to be bound by the chains of love."