The Runaway Bride Novel Novels & Stories

And for one strange second, everything around me went quiet. A bride. White dress, smudged makeup, glossy eyes filled with shock and heartbreak. Even in her current state, she was impossible not to notice, she looked beautiful. There was something about her expression, like she had just lost something important and was trying not to let the world see it. Then I noticed she was trembling. My eyes moved over her slowly taking in the abandoned veil, the wedding dress dragging against the pavement. Runaway bride. “You almost got yourself killed,” I said flatly.

His expression darkened immediately. Elara stepped closer. “What is it?” Adrian slowly turned the phone toward her. Her heart nearly stopped. A news article filled the screen. BLACKWOOD FAMILY DRAMA: RUNAWAY BRIDE RETURNS. Below the headline were several photos. One showed Lillian entering the Blackwood mansion earlier that day. Another showed her crying dramatically outside the gates. The caption read: “Sources claim the billionaire groom replaced his runaway bride with her unknown cousin.” Elara felt the ground disappear beneath her feet. “They know.”

Lorena looked away from Markris as she took the last steps down. An usher was immediately by her side to escort her to her seat. She prayed silently she didn't have to sit next to Markris. Fortunately for her, she was shown a seat far across from him. As soon as she sat, the murmurs began. From how their eyes searched her face, looking for discomfort, she knew they were talking about her. The runaway bride was finally in the presence of her jilted groom. There couldn't be a juicier story.

He only says, “We do not know all of it yet.” “But we know enough.” “Yes.” His jaw tightens. “We know enough to stop calling her a runaway bride.” Leah looks down, and tears rise without warning. Runaway bride had been easier. A runaway bride could be resented. A vanished woman cannot. Elaine’s keyboard sounds in the silence. Fast, precise, relentless. She has entered every likely spelling, every old event page, every archival lead that can be touched without breaking the rules Daniel set. Tyler alone produces too much. Tyler with Grant. Tyler with Northbridge. Tyler with a scholarship. Tyler with Olivia. Tyler with correction.

If anyone ever approaches you with a ‘proposal’ and offers you a sum of money to marry them, handsome or not, especially if you know nothing about them, just turn and run. Why? Because that is the situation I found myself in now and I’m afraid of being a runaway bride. For one, I have already accepted the first monthly payment with a goofy grin on my face, like the greedy idiot I am. And I have also signed a contract, which I didn’t read so yeah. I’m fucked.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

As she took a seat on one of the cushions in her tailoring room, Claire wondered if it would be safe to let her husband know of the situation. She certainly did not hide her previous shameful marriage with Ordinaz from her husband. And she appreciated that he did not judge her based on the fact that she was sold to Ordianz, he even accepted her son with whom she had run away with when troubles kept mounting troubles in Ordinaz's home. No.

“You know I’m marrying a woman?” “Why, yes!” He frowned. “Is there a problem?” “You’re not…against it?” I asked Father Able a bit hesitantly. “The fact that I’m marrying a woman?” Ruthwell was a conservative town, and naturally, I had expected this church to be the same, since there had never been a same sex wedding in this part of the state. And I was breaking its traditional norms by being the first woman in Ruthwell to marry another woman.

I'm making this woman mine, no matter what. The men in front of us flung open the door to the bridal suite. The woman in the extravagant gown, the one who was supposed to be my bride, and everyone in the room, stared at us with their jaw hanging open. I threw the woman away from my arms as soon as we arrived at the bridal suite. "Bro!" Claud was catching his breath. It was obvious that he ran all the way here as soon as he heard of our arrival. "What happened?" he questioned, grinning from ear to ear as soon as he laid his eyes on the woman I brought.

I’m left with nothing but the TV, my thoughts, and the suffocating quiet of this gilded cage. The latest episode of Alpha's Runaway Bride has the heroine graduating to become a brilliant lawyer, and she begins to have problems with the hero. I watch the TV and feel very envious of her. She is so FREE. And the air in the room is so dull that I couldn't breathe, as if every breath is mixed with an invisible weight.