Bride Of The Living Dummy Goosebumps

After Letitia was sold to the Duke of Kerstone, the least she expected was the Duke telling her they were to get married. To say she was bewildered was an understatement. *** "Married?" She echoed his voice in the carriage and the man simply nodded his green emeralds twinkling in delight. Why he seemed happy, she had no absolute idea. He was getting married to her! An uncouth, rude woman! He knew nothing about her! Why in hell does he seem happy?! *** She had planned to marry the man that she loved and he loved her in return and not just jump into the marriage with a man, even though handsome and warm, she didn't know a thing about, though it was the custom and norms of the society very well known to her as well. But what choice did she have? She was sold. He had bought her. She belonged to him now. All of her. Her body and her soul. She had one thing to be thankful for though. Escaping the evil clutches of her Stepmother and her two daughters. Her situation was like jumping from fire into hot oil. Except the hot oil wasn't all that very much bad. Will she agree to marry him or just go along with her plan of running away? But, everyone has a dark side... A dark part they so badly want to bury, a secret they want to keep... Even if it's impossible. But when that secret is threatened after thrown into a life of dramas and setups? Will that secret remain a secret to the end? That dark side, would it still be buried until the end? Letitia really hoped it did. Find out in *THE DUKE'S BRIDE IS A MONSTER!* COVER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. CREDITS TO OWNER.

I wheel myself into the birthday celebration that Wales Price has thrown for me. The atmosphere is originally lively, but a brief silence descends when everyone sees me. The guests are there for different purposes, but celebrating my birthday is not one of them. "Is that Mr. Price's crippled fiancée, Joey Hertza?" "Yeah, but the one he really loves is Anna Giovanni. I saw them kissing in a corner earlier." They use their wine glasses to block their mouths as they speak loudly. They think I'm still the crippled deaf I used to be. They don't know that I regained my hearing last week. I can hear every mocking comment they make. Meanwhile, Wales stands there and allows it to happen. He doesn't stop the guests from talking about me. He seems to have forgotten that I only ended up like this while protecting him. I shoved him away when the accident happened and got trapped underneath the car myself. When I was rescued, Wales swore to stay with me and care for me for life. It's only been three short years since then, but he's already changed. I receive a message on my phone. "Ms. Hertza, the lifelike corpse that you've ordered is now complete. Reply to this message with your confirmation, and your death-faking service will be immediately effective. We will send the corpse to your and Mr. Price's wedding in five days." I don't even hesitate as I reply with my confirmation. Enjoy your wedding, Wales.

Death has a mate - a teenage girl, the Grim Reaper's Bride. All Callie has known is that someone watches her in the woods - Samael, the Grim Reaper. Drawn into his intoxicating web of desires, secrets, and shadows, and hating him with a burning passion - can these two unlikely heroes stop the Apocalypse? Or will Samael start it for love?

The night before her wedding, Mira Castellan discovered the truth hiding behind the man she loved. There was never one fiancé. There were two. Damon and Killian Wrexley, identical twins, had shared her bed, her trust, and her heart in turns, swapping places so seamlessly she never noticed the difference. Her father died protecting their family's darkest secret, and marrying her was never love. It was a cage built to keep her quiet, and keep her close. Betrayed at the altar and left with nothing but the wreckage of a lie she never saw coming, Mira vanished that same night. The Wrexleys buried an empty casket and called it grief. Three years later, she's back. Not as Mira. As Wren Calloway, untouchable, ruthless, and carrying secrets of her own that neither brother is ready for. She's no longer the woman who knelt on the floor begging for the truth. She built an empire in the dark, and now she's brought it home. Damon doesn't recognize the woman dismantling his company piece by piece. Killian can't stop staring at someone who looks exactly like the ghost that's haunted him for three years. And somewhere between revenge and the truth neither twin is prepared to face, Mira will discover that the secret her father died for, and the twins she's sworn to destroy, are tangled together in ways that could undo everything she's planned. The dead bride is back. And this time, she's the one writing the ending

She was chosen as his bride before her birth assuming her to be strong and powerful just like her mother. But destiny tricked him when she didn't show any powers until she was 17 years old. He wanted to break the bond because he didn't want human as his bride but little did he know that 'HIS BRIDE WAS NOT HUMAN.'

Hidden deep in the mountains outside our town was a sealed cave filled with ancient coffins. According to local legend, one of our ancestors had died hundreds of years ago before he could marry or leave behind an heir. People believed his spirit never moved on. The town elders claimed the only way to break the curse was to choose a bride for him—someone who would be bound to him and carry on his bloodline. And for reasons I still didn’t understand, they chose me.