The Runaway Bride Novel Novels & Stories

he retorted, crossing his arms. "Excuse me? I'm still to blame?" I heard him curse under his breath, jaw clenched as he swallowed visibly. When I looked up at him, I was taken aback, particularly when he took a step closer. "You're the reason why I'm late, Miss Runaway Bride," he whispered. I swallowed hard. What did he just say? My cheeks flushed. "You rudely stopped in the middle of the road! And by the way, I'm not a runaway bride!"

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.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

THE WRONG VOW (Mistakenly Married to a Ruthless Billionaire) Chapter 1: the ran away bride "Catch her! Don't let the bride escape!" The desperate shout echoed through the luxurious bridal boutique, startling every customer inside. Emily Dawson looked up from the stack of gift boxes she had been arranging behind the counter. Before she could react, the glass door flew open, and a young woman in a breathtaking white wedding gown stumbled inside. The bride looked terrified. Her perfectly styled hair was a mess, her makeup streaked with tears, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Before I can react, before I can demand what she means, her body melts into smoke, dissolving into the shadows, leaving nothing but the echo of her words. I collapse to my knees, clutching the blank note still tight in my hand. The scent lingers. The word bride echoes in my mind, pounding in rhythm with my frantic heartbeat. I wasn't married to anyone! I was betrothed to Alpha Aldric! How am I a runaway bride?

Cinthye will make sure Damien will see her defiance in any way possible. Her black laced wedding gown trailed down the floor, long slit running up to her right thigh. Black flowers on her hands. The heavy double doors of the church open. Today's headline: Black Bride Actress. Jaws dropped on the floor when she entered the hall. Snaps and blinding lights of the camera made her walk as if she's in the runway. A tall build waiting on the aisle sinfully handsome, his tattoos peeking from his suit. Damien Voss stand tall like he owned everything.

He responded with a stone-cold expression, while her stepmother had a scun look on her face. Without saying anything, Amira grabbed her dress and took off on her heels, running away from the aisle in desperation to avoid getting married, leaving everyone stunned. "A runaway bride on the loose, huh?" Andrea mumbled, amused by Amira's escape, while everyone else waited for him to act, but he just stood there, watching. Soon after, his bodyguards returned with her, but this time Andrea sensed something was not right—why was she calm after running off in that manner, and why was she so easily located?

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.

Alessandro stepped back, his hand falling away, leaving behind a space that suddenly felt too empty. A guard approached, his expression tense. “Sir,” he said. Alessandro turned to him immediately. “What is it?” “There has been a breach.” The air shifted again. “What kind of breach?” Alessandro asked, his voice sharper now. The guard hesitated, then glanced at me before speaking. “They know.” Alessandro’s gaze snapped back to mine. “Know what?” The guard swallowed. “They know he is not the real bride.” The words echoed. I felt myself step back until the wall caught me again.