Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

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.

And with a wink he climbed the stairs. . . . Are you guys ready? Hopefully yes! If this is the first time you are reading my book, you have to read His Broken Princess before this and you can also read standalone- BRIDE TO BE and a completed Duo series CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTIVE ROMANCE and TRAPPED FOREVER- A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After. Thankyou ♡ A. Gupta

It was a blog page, and at the very top, in bold letters, the title of the page left her stiff. “Runaway Bride Tells All: Nate Hayes Manipulated Everything.” Isla’s forehead squeezed as she looked up slowly to meet Leila’s expectant, anxious gaze. “Runaway bride?” Isla muttered, her voice caught between disbelief and rising curiosity. “Nate? Manipulation?” What were they saying? None of it made sense yet. Isla reached for the tablet again and began to scroll further down, eyes skimming quickly. As more of the lines unfolded, Isla's breath started to grow shallow.

"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."