Runaway Princess Bride Novels & Stories

This is the first time in her life that she has talked in a high voice. "I know, dear, I am useless. I should die, as I cannot even protect my family. However, trust us, if we had any other way, we would never choose this way. Mr. Willson spoke in a heavy voice. Lilian didn’t say anything and ran to her room. She locked her door and started to pack her belongings. She must run away. She would never marry an unknown person. She was determined until she was ready to use the window to escape from her room.

"What's the meaning of this!" "I- I'm afraid, your bride has runaway, Sir."

It's no wonder the princess you brought up has no matters and is so shameless! "Now, the person Liam is married to is me. Even without me, Liam wouldn't have married her! We both know this very well. So stop deceiving yourself! "Did Ms. Lancaster really go abroad for something? Or perhaps she went abroad because Liam wouldn't marry her? So she wanted to make Liam anxious, but she didn't expect Liam to actually marry someone else. "Ms. Lancaster had miscalculated this, but she didn't want to lose her dignity. So now she's come back to play victim, as if Liam had really let her down!"

Lucas seemed offended that his mom would think that of him. But she chuckled instead, "Right as if you two don't do anything together, so now back to what you've done." She wasn't wrong; they always did everything together no matter what. It was their little habit since childhood, they always were a team and always did mischief together, they were that way. "Well, it all started with the runaway bride." Seb started elucidating everything that had happened, all the plans they made, their scheming, and plotting, then the falling in love, the Harper situation, then Scar's kidnapping, and everything else till now.

He yelled. “I have no idea. She just left without saying much words.” Arabella lied. Asher stumbled backwards as if he had lost his balance and he broke down in tears. Adam ran towards him to pull him up. The expression on everyone's face was grim with each person having his or her own thoughts. The wedding would be called off no doubt since the bride was nowhere to be found. Releasing himself from Adam's grip, he ran into his room and picked up his phone to dial her number. It was switched off. Asher screamed out in pain. His hands grabbed his chest, he could feel it constricting and slowly he was losing his breathe.

Mia asks and Carl smirks “Our Son is in his room” Carl says placing emphasis on the ‘Our’, Mia rolls her eyes at this “Now…Pack your stuff and let me take you to our room” Carl says and mIa brows furrowed confusingly “What do you mean by Our Room?” Mia asks “You don't seriously think we're gonna be in different rooms right” “I wanna be Up close to you…My Runaway Bride” ***** Melinda enters Lucas Room and Drops the file on his table, Lucas didn't even raise his head at any point to look at her

And the crimson diamond necklace—the one she had admired from afar, worth billions—he bought it without blinking, delivered it to the Russo estate as if it were nothing but a trinket, something for her fingers to toy with when she grew restless. Finally, the night arrived. The engagement night. Adrian, in a bespoke suit cut sharp enough to draw blood, strode down the corridor with a bouquet in his hand, his chest tight with anticipation. Days without seeing her had been hell. He needed to see her. Needed her eyes on him again. He pushed open the door to the bridal suite— And froze. Not Isabella . Elena. She stood in a snow-white gown, the crimson diamond blazing against her throat. Adrian’s

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

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.

“Please. I need something to call you.” “I am Princess Aveline Asteria Laurel of the High Realm,” I whispered. “Daughter of King Rowan Laurel. Wrongly banished. Wrongly condemned. Wrongly cast from my land.” My voice broke. “And I don’t know where I am.” Marek stared at me as if I had spoken a language he only half understood. “You speak like someone from another world,” he said quietly. I swallowed hard. “That is because I am.” Silence settled between us. He watched me intently, eyes flickering with calculation and caution.