The Runaway Bride Novel Novels & Stories

His eyes softened. And I want you in my new life. If you’ll stay. Larris throat tightened. I'm not a good man. You became good for me, she whispered. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them again, he whispered. I’ll stay. EPILOGUE THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO CHOSE HERSELF Months later, Teresa stood on a balcony overlooking Greyfall City. The wind carried the scent of rain, but this time, she wasn’t running.

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.

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

“ You look beautiful. “ She said, pulling back and my eyes wandered around after realising that a very particular annoying face with permanent scowl was missing here, including a cute face, Alex. “ Where's Christian, Mr. Brown?? “ Voiced my thoughts and I saw Anya and Mathhew's face, crossing panic. It didn't take me long to guess what could have happened, thanks to my dramatic books. I have read so many books about runaway brides but I guess now I'll be witnessing a runaway groom. A hope lit up inside me as I crossed my fingers to send silent prayers. “ Is something wrong, Anya?? Even Alex isn't here.” Cally asked, looking around to spot the duo. “ They are on their way. You know the traffi

I teased him while sipping my drink. Wenzell wasn't surprised that I knew about his impending marriage. "That won't happen, so we'll still be together anyway. Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging," he assured me with a playful grin. This side of Wenzell was quite amusing. "Don't tell me you're going to leave your bride-to-be hanging? Are you planning a wedding-day escape? That would be quite a stunt, I must say. In the books I've read, there's often a runaway bride. Let's change the tradition and have a runaway groom for a change," I quipped.

Deliberate. He already knew. “Come in.” Yvonne walked in like she owned the room. She always walked like that, like every space she entered had been waiting specifically for her. She was still dressed from whatever event she had attended tonight, a deep red dress, her dark hair perfect, her eyes sharp and bright with something that had been building for five days and had clearly reached its limit. She closed the door behind her. “I saw the news,” she said. Charles said nothing. “You got married today Charles.” Her voice was controlled but underneath it something was pulling tight. “You ended things with me five days ago and today you got married.”

"Thanks for coming. I’ve been waiting for you. I'm devastated right now." “Oh, that’s not good.” I creased my brows. “If you’re planning on making the classic Runaway Bride move, you have to be straight about it, because there’s no way in hell I am running in this dress.” “Pfft!” She swayed her hand before her face and said, “I won’t run. But I’m having second thoughts.” “Yeah, running is what comes after those very thoughts.” “No, just use your philosophies and convince me I’m doing the right thing.”

Who then gave them that impression that the runaway bride latter came back? Rohan? No! Rohan only instructed his assistant to get a wedding gown that has a heavy vile, which eventually covered the face of the bride, the body features of the two girls were almost the same only their faces were different. So the congregant in the church auditorium including Madam Hamati got the impression by themselves or from the social media that the bride latter came back. Madam Vivian Hamati was not only confused because of the apparent change in bride, but was also confused because to her ‘the young woman looked so much like madam Julia Bon-Hwa’ she was thinking this in her heart.

Without thinking, she dashes into the treeline bordering the property, following the direction of the car. “Mama!” Rose's voice echoes in her mind, pushing her forward. The branches whip at her face and arms as she runs, but she doesn't slow down. She can hear heavy footsteps behind her, and the knowledge that they are closing in on her spurs her on. Her lungs burn, and her legs ache, but she refuses to give up. She has to save her children. She has to escape from Jackson. As Maya runs, she curses herself for letting her guard down, for thinking they were safe in the safehouse.

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