Novel & Cerita Bride Of A Monster

She forced a smile and enter the door. "Code R. A. Are you listening?" The man was brought back to his senses; he stared at the bride for too long and not noticing that the bride was already inside. He put on his bonnet after changing his clothes. He cocked his gun. "Let's move," he ordered. Men with bonnets started to move like a sneaking ninjas. They are going to kidnap the bride. ~~ The bride is slowly walking down the aisle together with his father who definitely she took upon her beauty. She looked at crowd wearing their smile and teary eyes; shouting for congratulations as she, as a Scott is now turning into Armenez.

“Can’t you see, bride? Your screams are mine. They feed the pit and give me power.” The darkness shimmered. Gradually, the First Bride emerged before her—half shadow, half flesh. Her veil swept across emptiness. Her face was a broken reflection of Camela’s face—familiar yet damaged. Her cracked red lips and sunken eyes glimmered softly. Camela froze in her tracks, breathing rapidly. “You…you’re not real.” The First Bride smiled slightly as she responded. “I am more real than you can imagine. I lived through the vows; I wore the chains; I carried roses until they bled into my bones. And I screamed…just like you.”

said Kiara glaring at them . They looked at her a bit closer and tried to figure out where a human could get this kind of courage or if she was simply foolish . " The leader of the vampire clan told that half-human to not touch his bride . Could she be the rumored human bride ? " said the monster with grey eyes . " Propably ! Are you the vampire lord's human bride ? " asked the monster with balck eye . " ........Surprisingly to both you and my knowledge , I am . Now , will you two get out of our way or will you stay here and get smashed by me ? " said Kiara with an annoyed look .

I had to do this…here goes nothing… Opening the door to my room, with nothing but a wedding dress, a spare dance uniform and a duffle bag with my life’s worth of savings…I came face to face with the woman who I was going to spend the rest of my year with. “Hey, run-away bride!” She laughed; her smile open and contagious. “You’re my new roommate?” She was about five feet seven in height, with more of an athletic built. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair was jet black with literal rainbow highlights that reached the middle of her back. A diamond shaped face and electric blue eyes. She was wearing black shorts and a rainbow colored tank top and black slippers and huge hoop earrings while

Gradually, my nerves calm and my breathing goes back to normal, abiding by his words even though my brain is still in chaos. “Would you stop with whatever the hell it is that you’re doing?” I have no idea how he does it. All I know is that I just want it to stop. Before he has a chance to speak or worse make me stop speaking, I ask one last thing. “What’s our situation exactly? I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Maxwell Barnett and you, Charlie Preston, will be my vampire bride.” He sees my intent to speak, so before a word could come out of my mouth he tells me to remain quiet and listen.

“You may now kiss the bride.” My breath caught and everything went silent. My heart pounded frantically as a pair of pale hands slowly lifted the veil from my face. I instinctively stepped back in fear, but when I looked up the world around me stopped. For the first time… I looked at the man I had been forced to marry and he wasn't the monster I had imagined. My lungs stopped working. He is the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. His features were impossibly refined, from the straight bridge of his nose to the sharp line of his jaw. His dark hair framed his striking face, while a pair of crimson eyes regarded me with a quiet intensity that made my heart falter.

Her upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably. This person… thing before her… was a monster! How could a human possibly fight a monster? And why did such a monster even exist? The apocalypse was already bad enough—why did monsters have to appear too? "What exactly are you?" Christina roared, summoning the last of her courage. Number 114 thought for a moment. "I am… a monster your dad created." "Ah—!" Christina screamed as the woman plunged a fruit knife into her body, pushing it in inch by inch. The pain made tears stream down her face.

It made them monsters. Isabella tried to bury her thoughts and rest, but sleep was elusive. She tossed and turned for hours, haunted by memories she tried desperately to forget She remembered the night before her wedding, curled up on her father’s couch, trembling as he whispered promises of legacy and protection. She remembered the way Luca hadn’t looked at her when she walked down the aisle. She remembered the silence of their bedroom…The trial, the execution, the blood, and the letter she had found in Luca’s pocket…signed with her father’s death.

Apparently, they ran deep. It was a horrific video. Watching what that monster do to Ezabella made me sick to my stomach. It forced another reality between us and how she was the true victim to me forced into this marriage and not me. My eyes dropped to her right knee, the same one Eliot Williamson had bashed in with a metal bat, swinging it on her knee over and over again until it was nothing but a bloody mess. It must have been a nightmare to live through, and another nightmare to have someone send it to a group chat.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all