Black Bride From Insidious の小説・ストーリー

I stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the mahogany – panelled study, breathing in an atmosphere that was clinical and beautifully cruel. Isabella Moretti, the so – called Black Widow, sat in her own high – backed leather chair, her wrists zip – tied tightly to the arms. Brent sat at her massive desk, his three laptops humming with a frantic, electronic energy that mirrored the dark thrill racing through my own veins.

she hissed, eyes wide as she yanked me into a shadowy corner. Her face tightened with fear. “You can’t talk about that out loud.” “Why not?” I whispered. “Because,” she leaned closer, “every maid who did… ended up dead.” A cold wave slammed into my chest. I pressed my hand over my mouth. Dead? “But who is she?” I begged. “Please. I have to know.” The maid glanced over her shoulder, lips trembling. “She was the Lycan’s mate… his bride. She was murdered by demons during the Dark Rise.”

Holding his damn breath, The King of Vampires stood at the entrance of the abandoned mansion as he silently watched his bride whose sole sight was enough to conjure a storm inside him. Vladimir imagined his bride to be everything sweet and innocent but never even in his wildest fantasies he had imagined her to be a psychopath who would be banging her fists on a mirror with a manic laugh. The way she was smiling at the sight of her blood told Vladimir that this wasn't the first time she had done this. The Vampire King had yearned to cross paths with his bride but he never expected their destinies to collide with such an intensity that will shake him to his very core

Could only make these weak, breathy sounds. "You found her body. Cut her down." Blood was everywhere now—on her thighs, her pussy, my stomach, soaking into the sheets. "And fucked one of the servant girls that same night because you were already hard." My legs started seizing. Muscles locking up, convulsing. "2009. Bridget. White hair." I came blood again. More this time. Something tore deeper inside my cock. "2013. Selene,”She laughed. “This one shared my name, and she had White hair."

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

The curse was waking up. “I have to finish this,” I whispered. I sat. The moment my body touched the Throne, the world split. I couldn’t scream. Everything around me twisted. The attic faded. My mind tore through time and memory, flung backward into something that wasn’t mine. I saw a woman. Pale, trembling. Sitting in this same chair, weeping. The First Bride. Eleanor Blackwell. But she wasn’t alone. Ethan was there. Only… it wasn’t Ethan.

He picked up instantly. "Evans? What’s happened? Is there a breach?" Marcus’s voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet. "No breach, Marcus," I said, my voice sounding like it was being dragged over broken glass. "Just a ghost that won't stay buried. She felt it tonight. Hailey. She sat up in bed and I felt her lock onto me like a searchlight. She knows I’m hiding something massive." Marcus went silent for a beat. "You mean about the wedding?"

I had a firm grip on the girl's hand. "Don't go!!!" I screamed as I held her hands in mine. "Don't worry, Mr., you'll be OK!!" she assured me. Because of the wound on my head, I couldn't hear her clearly. She let go of my hand and walked away; as she walked away, I noticed a birthmark on her back in the shape of a butterfly, which was visible because she was wearing a backless garment. It's unusual to have a birthmark like that. I was startled awake by a voice.

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

"Lord Sir Sebastian Acacio's production was it about his records of tortures during his period of rule, detailed traumatising texts about his first bride's murder is in that book. You won't be able to read that!" Master Alejandro revealed looking back at his bride's curious eyes, where as after hearing the sudden information madam Genelia's eyes widened in horror. A record of tortures? What the hell? How could such a book be the best seller of that time? "Murder?" Madam Genelia sounded still confused as then master Alejandro shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "His first bride had an illicit affair with her royal server, beheaded as a punishment. She was hung naked for a week in front of hi