Novel & Cerita Bride Of The Goblin

I froze. I stared at my reflection, touching my face with trembling fingers. I was dressed in a white ceremonial gown, pure white without a single stain. I was stunning. My eyes sparkled like stars, my bridal makeup flawless. My hair was simply styled and secured with a small jeweled crown, my veil fluttering in the breeze from the open window. This can’t be happening. Was the Moon Goddess giving me a second chance? “It’s almost time. I don’t know why you’re acting this way, but I’ll be waiting at the hall. Adrian too,” Mirabel said, and left the room.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

"We have to reach the Iron Pass before the sun hits the towers. If Vane sees us on the ridge, the hunt begins before we’re ready." I climbed onto my horse, my legs still shaking from the shroud-walk. As we began to gallop into the deep shadows of the ancient forest, I looked back at the castle one last time. The "Bought Bride" who had arrived in a golden carriage was gone. The Queen who had saved the gate was gone. In their place was a woman riding toward the end of the world with a monster she had learned to call hers.

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Then another across his arm. I rushed forward. My blade intercepted Bran's next attack. Sparks flew. The gold surged brighter. Power raced through my veins. Bran snarled. "Your curse doesn't scare me." I met his gaze. "This isn't a curse." The gold exploded outward. "It's a blessing." Light erupted from my wrist – brighter, hotter, stronger than ever before. The cemetery vanished beneath a flood of gold. Headstones glowed. Shadows fled. Even the moon seemed dim beside it.

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.

The other maids quickly joined in, showering Anna with one compliment after another. "Alright, alright..." Anna's cheeks turned crimson. "Let's head to the ceremony." She was growing embarrassed by all the praise. *** Anna and Alex's wedding blessing ceremony was held inside a small cave overlooking the sea. Robert and the citizens of the kingdom were already waiting there. Anna's heart pounded hard. Nervous. As she walked toward the cave, the people welcomed her with warm smiles and heartfelt congratulations. She had expected the cave to be dimly lit. Instead, it was bathed in a soft, radiant glow.

Its empty, glowing crimson eyes locked instantly onto the silver bundle in Selena's trembling arms. Then, the spirit spoke. The sound was like grinding stone and shattering glass—a voice broken and distorted by centuries of confinement in the dark. ***"RETURN... THE DRAGON BRIDE."*** Absolute, suffocating silence slammed down upon the courtyard. Kael blinked, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the floating ghost. "What?" Selena stared in complete, unvarnished shock, pulling baby Luna closer to her heart. "What did that thing just say?" Killian’s jaw tightened to the point of cracking, his golden aura flaring to maximum capacity to shield his family from the spectral chill. "What did it m