Novel & Cerita Bride In Nightmare Before Christmas

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

Winter’s POV Tonight, I would marry the Vampire Crown Prince. Since the day I was chosen as his bride, I had lived each day in fear. Every night, sleep brought no comfort, only nightmares that ended the moment I opened my eyes. But I had run out of mornings to end the nightmares. Tonight, the nightmare would become my reality. The sharp click of metal locks snapping open tore me from my thoughts. They had come for me. I remained seated, forcing myself to look calm, though terror churned violently beneath the surface.

I picked up the pen. With a shaky breath, I signed my name. The ink dried quickly, final and unforgiving. Adrian stood and extended his hand toward me. “Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.” Before I could respond, the office door opened. A stunning woman in a red dress stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She froze when she saw me sitting there. Her gaze shifted to Adrian, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t tell me you were getting married,” she said.

We rode into the gigantic golden gate, coming in view of the large hall—the place that would change my life. More women of different kinds of mystical beings were trouping in. Their scents filled the whole place; vampires, elves, witches, werewolves, were-dragons, and others were all present at this festival as usual. The only unusual thing tonight is that the bride has already been chosen, which is me. I stepped down with my two maids aiding me from both sides. As I turned to make my way in, a familiar scent hit me, rumbling my stomach in irritation as that was the last person I wished to see now.

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,

In the center of the room sat a little girl, hugging her knees, her long hair covering her face. I walked closer. “Who are you?” She didn’t answer. I crouched before her. “My name is Alika. Are you... the one in the necklace?” Slowly, she raised her head. And I screamed. Half of her face was beautiful, pale, with wide eyes and soft lips. But the other side—burned, melted like wax. “I’m... the bride who never married,” she whispered. I wanted to ask more. But the floor of bone cracked. I reached out to grab her, but her body turned to mist—slipping through my fingers.

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

Breathing heavily, she crawled up from the ground and walked inside the house. Inside the room, the bride was already dressed in a snow-white wedding dress. She was shy as she faced the mirror, unable to hide the happiness on her face. But in Lauren Serrano 's eyes, it was extremely dazzling. A brick appeared in Lauren Serrano 's hand. She threw it with a bang at the back of the bride's neck, crisp and clean — "En!" The bride groaned before collapsing limply to the ground. She had fainted.

"Thank you everyone for taking time from your busy schedules to attend Mr. Cross and Ms. Gooding's wedding." The priest's voice was rich and booming as he announced, "You may come forward, Mr. Cross." After James went up to the altar, the priest continued, "And now, please rise to welcome the bride." Everyone turned toward the main doors at that, and Tommy excitedly tugged at Irene's hand while pointing at it. "Mommy, is Aunt Erin coming in from there?" "Yes," Irene replied, and the doors swung open as the music blared. A fair lady akin to Snow White appeared before everyone. With her delicate appearance, slim figure, and elaborate makeup, she was even more attractive.

I’m quite scared of what to do and what not to do as I kept following behind them. We reached near a mountain almost the border of the village. The woman looked around, I immediately hid myself behind the big rock. She then brought the bride to a place looked like a stage she then tied the bride in that stage. She tied the bride’s hands above her head and her legs wide apart. Remembering the village elders saying sacrifice, I feared that the bride will be slaughtered and given as a sacrifice. That woman sprinkled some dark colour liquid over the bride. The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream.