Novel & Cerita Bride Of A Monster

“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!”

The bride in the blood-stained dress, standing beside the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe. This is my life now. And the terrifying part? I'm not sure I want it any other way.

Wolves spoke of fire crawling in the halls, of shadows with voices, of the Harbinger Luna claimed by a monster. And in the silence of my own heart, his words lingered like ash. Bride of flame. Bride of shadow. Bride of me. To be continued…

Then she giggled, like a little girl. GIGGLED! Like a fucking little girl. For the love of the moon goddess – this young woman was a monster. Eden stood, wide-eyed, staring at Brinsle. I’d seen Brinsle’s magic before, so it wasn’t as shocking to me. But Eden hadn’t. Either had Astrid or Alpha Miles, or Adrian. “What just happened?” Storm called from across the field. He was still with the large, black wolf. Lucia? I think that was her name?

What the hell good was it to be a witch if she didn’t know what to do with her power? His smile widened, and it was such a terrible parody of Officer Hendricks’s smile that she felt sick to her stomach. “So you would know you’re the only one for me, Lauren,” he said. “I was only playing with Miranda for a while. She was my mistress, but you’ll be my bride.” Bride? Bride of the monster? No. No no no no no. She struggled in Touhy’s grasp, but he held her tight, so close she felt his breath against her hair.

Sexy " he mutters kissing the hollow of my breast. He send his hand to my back taking them off, my erect pink nipples pop out of the bra staring right to his face. I moan when he took one of them in his mouth, sucking it and rubbing his tongue on it. My pussy was screaming, I was dripping wet. He left it and take the second one into his mouth grazing my breast with his teeth, then suck on it. "Oh my... Shit! " I moan aloud. He stopped sucking my breast, he bring his lips to my neck and kiss me giving me hickey. I flutter my eyes open, he gotta stop giving me hickeys what if someone sees it. My mom. "Hunter " I called and he stopped. "Hunter, if we are getting married tomorrow, my mom must be

He waved his hand as he exited, the door clicking shut behind him. The beast was going to bite me, he was going to claim me. A shiver ran down my spine as the wolf's glowing eyes lingered in my mind, its hot breath still seeming to mist the air EILÍS As I pushed open the door to my chambers I was surprised to see it empty, after I had woken up from my forced slumber, I was told my bride was waiting in my room. I narrowed my eyes at the door leading to my bedroom, could she have run away? Did I terrify her that much? I walked towards the door and pushed it open, my breath hitching at the sight of her sitting on the edge of the bed, head lowered and hands held between her legs.

" I'm going to turn you TOMORROW in our wedding, there's no fighting, nor escaping. " Alex said as he is staring deeply into my eyes as if he's consuming my soul. I feel weak and stunned, I can't do anything towards his power. " I'm not turning into a monster. " I said what I decided as Alex isn't happy about what I've said. " Kneel. " " Aaaah " I screamed in pain as my body did as he said, Alex is not smiling anymore. " You didn't mind marrying a dog now you're saying I'm the monster? "

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

The first thing Aria Monroe noticed was the silence. It was wrong. A wedding morning should never be this quiet. There should have been laughter spilling down the grand staircase, the rustle of silk dresses, the clinking of champagne glasses, her sister’s high-pitched voice barking orders at the makeup artists. There should have been music, chaos, excitement—something. Instead, the mansion felt like a grave. Aria paused at the foot of the stairs, her fingers tightening around the tray of untouched tea she had been asked to bring upstairs. Even the servants moved differently, whispering instead of speaking, their footsteps careful, as though afraid to disturb something fragile… or dangerous.