Novel & Cerita Bride Of A Monster

Tears sprung forth as she glared at the monster before her. It looked like a cross breed between a leech and a flea, and it was already wriggling its huge bulbous butt, looking ready to pounce back onto its host. Just as Nozomi dove for her backpack, the parasitic monster jumped and crashed into the wall behind Nozomi. Nozomi’s fingertips barely reached her bag, with her legs still restricted by the monster under the table. She yanked hard on her bag strap then stuck her hand inside her bag.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Nyx let out a shaky breath when she unwittingly bared her neck to him in submission and he purred. “Your scent is inviting.” He groaned. “As much as I'd love to taint every inch of your skin with my touch, you allure my monster.” She blinked, glancing at him. “What do you mean?” “I desire to fuck you.” He shrugged. “My monster desires to have a taste of you. He craves your blood like a drug. It calls to him, begging him to take a bite.” His hand fundled with a breast that so eagerly yearned for his touch. His thumb gently rubbed over her now pebbled nipple.

, I frowned. "Don't you want to know who will be your bride now?", He asked to which I raised my brow. "She is the elder daughter of the Vampire's King, Lenora.", I didn't know why but this news didn't give me any happiness. Lenora was strong and powerful, just like the bride I always wished for but still, my mind was on my human bride who lives in a supernatural world but had no supernatural powers. . . . Andrella's POV . . .

Caelia had recoiled instinctively, as a dirty, jagged fingernail reached toward her but the man her mother had told her was her father pushed a hand behind her back, forcing her to stand before her new master. “Very well endowed girl,” the grotesque monster trailed a thick layer of saliva over his thin lips as he ran a cold finger down her chest. “A little doe-eyed but I’ll have that out of her by morning.” Caelia had fought every urge to flee as the vile finger slipped inside the fabric that covered her bust. He'd begun pulling, as he leered at her, his rancid breath coming in shorter waves, but her father gripped the back of her shoulder harshly as her skin crawled.

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

Just air, and something bright that hurt to look at. Beatrice cried. Great, heaving sobs that shook her shoulders. She didn’t notice the sand scraping her cheek. Didn’t notice how her arms, wrapped around Lily, were no longer webbed. Didn’t notice that the pressure in her ears was gone. The sea was gone. She was still crying over her mom’s death when the first monster moved. Shadows shifted near one of the squat, box-like structures behind her. A house, though mermaids had no word for it. The monsters with Legs called them homes. Glass caught the bright light and threw it back at her. A door opened with a sound like a gull’s cry.

She turned to Arah, grinning with a glint of madness in her red eyes, her hand raised ominously, just as she had done before. Fear gripped Arah’s throat as she struggled to get a clear view of Mabel, now forced to stand in front of the podium, facing her. Mabel tried to run, but a bride’s sharp nail dug into the side of her neck, freezing her in place. Mabel trembled, tears streaming down her face, her eyes pleading silently with Arah. Their friends were screaming from the back, and as the vampire bride leaned in, baring her fangs, Arah’s vision blurred. She swept her hands through the air, a fierce blast of wind tearing through the space, scattering the puppet guards like leaves.

knew that he was right and that she would go to him. "You are..." He could see the realization in her eyes, and it pleased him to no end as he granted her a semblance of a smile and nod. "My name is Lucien Dreven, Alpha of Alphas and King of Werewolves. And you, my sweet- resilient bride will be my Queen and my Luna. We shall rule the Natus Kingdom together soon." And then he was gone just as quickly as he came- leaving her dazed and sure that her life would never be the same again... ***

Sweet as honey, fine as wine, and incredibly delicious. It was then the Vampire King announced that the Omega should become his wife. Wearing a bright crimson ballgown. And that's how the Crimson Bride came to be." Aurora sighed and decided to sit on a bench beside her daughter. Scarlett ate the information into her brain, trying to process the whole thing of being a Crimson Bride. "Witch! Witch! Martha is a witch!"