Novel & Cerita Bride In Nightmare Before Christmas

They exchanged a look, and both of them saw the same panic reflected in the other's eyes. So they had known about Christine's ridiculous stunt all along. They had simply chosen to cover for her. My father frowned deeply as he looked at me with concern. I gave my parents a reassuring glance, silently telling them not to worry. Then, under the uncertain stares of everyone in the room, I reached out and pulled the mask off Haylee's face. "Oh my god! The bride isn't Christine!" "Then where's the real bride?!" Christine's father was the first to react.

"Cassandra Alicia Hastings, do you vow to take Sebastain Williams Spencer your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love, honor, obey and Cherise, in love, health and in sickness, through sorrow and pains for all the days of your life?" When it was my turn to say the vows, silence consumed me. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I can't do this

The car door could not open fast enough. Arianna stepped out, her eyes shining, her smile wide and unrestrained—like a twelve-year-old on Christmas morning. The grand house before her stood tall and elegant, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. She was completely captivated. So captivated, in fact, that she momentarily forgot the presence of her newly wedded husband standing beside her. Aiden watched her quietly, his hands tucked into his pockets, a faint smile curving his lips. Her reaction pleased him more than he cared to admit.

The same one where he’d pulled her into the dark and lied to her face. She burst through the door, a hurricane of white lace. A young caterer, holding a silver tray of champagne flutes, was walking toward her. He stopped, his mouth falling open. He saw the bride, her hair a wild, unpinned mess, her face a mask of pale terror, her eyes burning with a fever he didn't understand. He saw the bride who was supposed to be walking down the grand staircase, not fleeing through the kitchens. The tray tilted in his hand.

Because if that was some kind of prank, then it was a really bad one. The woman started walking toward us. I glanced at Alex, but he seemed as surprised as me. Brian and John watched the whole scene with knitted brows. " I should be the bride, not her," the mysterious woman spoke, pointing her finger at me dramatically. With every passing moment, this looked more and more like a nightmare. The woman got closer and passed where Natasha and her family sat. Alex's cousin stood up in a swift move and came after the creepy bride. " What kind of a lunatic is trying to destroy this beautiful ceremony?" She asked and pulled the veil, revealing the woman's face.

Dominika fawns over me. "It's really happening." This is it—the moment that will change my life forever. "The two of you are perfect together," Larissa reassures me. Naomi's three-women staff help me into my wedding dress. As they lace up the back, I marvel at how something so beautiful can feel so suffocating. The bridal suite door creaks open. And Larissa instantly shouts as Mikhail hovers in the doorway. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"

The crowd parted, forming a path as if paving way for a divinity. A figure appeared on the far end of the path. A female. Dressed in a milk-white gown that shone even brighter than mine. Veiled like a real bride. A bouquet rested so well in her hands. Confusion surged through me, mingling with fear and pain. There was not supposed to be another bride today. ‘What is happening? Did we have a double wedding?’ I reached for Mina. silence. A chilling silence. She didn’t even stir to give me a signal that she heard me.

Meanwhile, Nettie boldly yanked Beverly's veil off, casting it aside like an afterthought. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the air. "Someone call an ambulance! Beverly’s fainted!" In a rush of urgency, paramedics stormed into the room, swiftly lifting the bride onto a stretcher. Beverly's eyes fluttered open for a brief second before rolling shut again, succumbing to the very nightmare she had desperately tried to escape on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

she asked. “From what I gathered, some of the brides will come from other large packs.” She raised her eyebrow. “What large packs?” “The Night Ridge Pack and the Crimson Stone Pack. Brides will be coming from those two packs.” . . . Night Ridge Pack A woman wearing an ivory cream dress stood before the mirror inside her bedroom. Her big, brown curly hair flowed down to her waist, decorated by a few small flowery pins that enhanced her beauty more. On her face, there was a smile as sweet as the atmosphere of her ethereal room. Like a real living deity, she moved gracefully while looking at herself in the mirror.

Instead of asking her, they let her be. It was morning when Kira, the nymph tasked to serve the bride in the daylight meals, had literally jumped in fright seeing the bride with disheveled hairs while leaning weakly on the couch. All the cups filled with coffee were all empty now including the snacks on the plate. "My lady,may I ask if you stayed up all night?" Daeira looked at her and weakly smiled, " I think I have too much coffee?" Kira nodded before gesturing the nymphs who followed her to clean the dishes away and place the breakfast before the bride.