The Runaway Bride Novel Novels & Stories

I ran into the road, like a bride running towards her groom, my gown flowing in the air while I ran like I was a video vixen running towards her groom, passerby watched as I ran with a heel on a wedding dress, I paid no attention to them, billy’s house was about twenty minutes to the church, I ran like my life depended on it. At some point I got tired of running with my heels on. I sat at the edge of the road, unbuckled my heels, and held them in my hands, I could see his gate from a distance, I'm close. “You look so beautiful “. A passerby complimented. “Hey look, a runaway bride “. Another teased. “Why is she running in a wedding dress?”. An aged woman asked. “Her groom is probably with th

"Babe, thank you for being so understanding. I think we still need to refine some of the wedding details." She went on, "Aiden said we could do a helicopter bouquet drop. It wouldn't just make you look good—it would make us both look good in front of everyone. "Also, he said my custom wedding gown doesn't show off my figure well enough. Since the wedding's been postponed, maybe we should switch to another one?" Olivia babbled on and on over the phone. Her ideas were completely ridiculous, and every other sentence revolved around Aiden. A helicopter bouquet drop? Swapping out a custom wedding gown just like that?

“Tell them the bride needed rest. No scandal. No story.” He hung up and stared out the massive windows as dawn painted the horizon in pale gray. The world thought they’d be honeymooning in the Hamptons. The press believed they were madly in love. But the truth? His bride was gone. And Sebastian had never wanted to hunt something so badly. Elsewhere, in the city that never slept, Isabella stood at a payphone. Her wedding dress was filthy. Her toes were numb. The silence between the rings stretched out like a lifeline—and then, finally, a voice answered.

Who in their right mind would agree to fly to the Maldives with a complete stranger just hours after meeting her, while she was running away from her own wedding? But here I was. And I knew exactly why. I didn't want to let this chance slip away again. I couldn't spend the rest of my life wondering what if. What if this goddess in a wedding dress who appeared in front of me like she fell straight out of the sky was fate giving me one last chance not to repeat my past mistakes? It was not every day a runaway bride crossed your path while you were riding your motorcycle down some random avenue. That wasn't a coincidence. It was more like a neon sign flashing relentlessly in my brain: This is y

So many things were just happening to me at once. At some point, I even had to discard my phone because of the number of calls coming in. By midnight, my feet were killing me. The heels I had worn for my bridal shower were never meant for running across half the city like a fugitive. My makeup had long since smudged from crying, and the cold night breeze bit against my bare arms. I must have looked insane. A runaway bride wandering the streets alone with a designer purse and no destination. How pathetic. I tightened my grip around the envelope of cash hidden inside my coat and glanced over my shoulder again to make sure there were no guards following me.

Author's pov.:- (a few months later) " What are you saying? " " His bride ran away " " Probably something wrong has happened between them " " But I heard someone kidnapped her " " Oh come on, you are buying in these words. I can guarantee you that girl ran away for sure " " Poor him, she made him look like a laughing stock over that stage " " But he is handsome, rich and a known person then why did the bride run away " " Probably she got to know his some dirty secret "

"Husband? Is she a married woman?" "That rude pitch?" Abby gave a disgusted look. "Is Mr. Steven that rude? I heard my colleague talking something like that too." "Steven?" Clara's Irish boarned furthermore. "Is Steven her husband?" Her voice rarely left her lips as shocks kept interfering with her thoughts. "I would rather choose the groom that my father picked for me." Abby scoffed and blinked to get the faded vision into a clear one. "What is she talking about?" Clara's mind swaddled with the conflict. She squeezed her senses to connect Abby's and Annie's words, and at last she aghasted with the conclusion, "She is the runaway bride!"

“That’s why you didn’t marry this man. I mean, I assume you didn’t because you’re living in Portland and vacationing here alone.” “Oh, no, Brian. I couldn’t marry him. Once I was left alone in the dressing room at the country club, my mind began to churn. I couldn’t imagine being married to a man like that – or him being the father of my children. My future children and I deserved better. I grabbed my bag and ran outside before anyone saw me. I . . . commandeered a golf cart all the while wearing my wedding dress and got off the grounds as fast as I could. My grandfather had taught me how to drive a golf cart ages ago,” she explained. She continued on with her story of how she escaped New Yo

But it became an obsession. I even hired a private investigator. Top-tier. Discreet. But they came up with nothing. No Belle who matched her face, her height, her build. No trace. Until today. My phone buzzed. A news alert from a gossip site I usually ignored. But the headline made my stomach twist: Runaway Bride Caught Clubbing in L.A. – Shocking Twist in Billionaire Daniel Cross’s Canceled Wedding My chest tightened. I clicked it, expecting a generic scandal. But then—

The second way is not good either. Cindy grabbed her by the hair, her brow furrowed, and continued thinking. Her head is down so the teacher can't see. Suddenly, Cindy heard a light chuckle from her friend sitting next to her. She is secretly reading a story. Cindy leaned forward, to see the title. 'How did it make her laugh like that?' The words 'Runaway Bride' caught Cindy's eyes. At first, she was unimpressed but then, she pondered. A bold idea flashed through her mind. This is the only way to get her out of an arranged marriage.