Bride Of The Living Dummy Novels & Stories

The lights glowed yellow, like something watching from the dark. As I got out of the car, a gaunt elderly couple came up to me. Naomi explained to me that these were my new in-laws, Fred and Wilma Beresford. Since I had agreed to it, I did not hesitate. I greeted them politely. Fred and Wilma nodded at me with satisfaction. A dim bulb hung from the ceiling. The table was covered with burning candles. A strange rag doll sat in the center. I looked at Fred and Wilma in shock. Wilma stepped forward to explain. “Even though my daughter can’t move anymore, a wedding still needs to follow the proper ceremonies. So my husband and I decided to use a rag doll in her place.”

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.

Then she felt a small pinch at her thighs, she also felt the cold liquid transfusing deep into her body and merging with her blood. No!, No! She felt unbelievably cold, her eyes blurred with tears as her fierce fight turned into light squeaks. "Sylvester" ~ ~ ~ THE BRIDE WAS GONE, hauled from the chapel the way a victorious warrior carried the spoils from war. Danica's wide, horrified gaze met devyn chevon for a split second before swiftly averting, her stomach plummeting. She’d been trembling ever since the doors to the estate where the bride was in flew open and the strange man stood framed in the arched doorway like an avenging devil.

God, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the son of a bitch. I get to the bride's room and knock a couple of times, but the woman takes a couple of seconds to open, the sound of the elevator marking a limit of my time, she seems surprised to see me, as well as confused, but I don't have Time for some kind of fun punchline before I pounced on her, pulling the hand-towel over her face, though it takes effect almost immediately, the woman doesn't miss an opportunity to deliver a kick straight to my crotch, fear in her eyes before I the medicine making her pass out almost makes me feel bad for her, after all, I had heard her talk about how much she loved that idiot O'hara and how she would

I make up the rules of our game as I go along and my bride earning rewards is a new one. I remove the bar and enter without knocking. She's sleeping sideways on the bed with the covers tangled around her. Somehow she has managed to remove the sword from the wooden table. I slammed it deep enough that I know it had to be difficult to dislodge. I set the tray down where I'd buried the sword. For some reason, the clang of removing the bar from the door didn't wake her, though the scrape of the tray does. She leaps to her feet somehow avoiding twisting herself within the covers and falling. She holds the sword held in front of her with two hands. The dark tresses of her hair are messy and stick

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.

I took a seat on the coach and poured a beer into my glass. I took a sip and couldn't take my mind off of that girl. My accident occurred four months ago, and I spent two and a half months in a coma. I'm still not well, but the girl kept me alive that day; she was the one who saved me!!! I would have died if she hadn't been there. I couldn't see her face, and the physicians couldn't recall who she was because she disappeared after dropping me off at the hospital. When I was a little more awake, I gave her my valuable ruby bracelet, which is really rare to find.

No fireworks. Just finality. The crowd erupts in applause. I smile for the cameras, for the legacy, for the lies. But inside? I’m already tearing it all down. I am now Mrs. Vitali. And part one of my father’s plan is complete. But this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. And someone in this story just tried to kill the wrong bride.

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

“You’ve rumpled and dirtied my clothes.” I straightened immediately. I stood up from the ground, trying to collect what remained of my dignity. My ceremonial dress felt like it was strangling me. I bent down and yanked off my heels one by one, throwing them aside. Killian watched the whole thing, still grinning like this was the most entertainment he’d had in months. Alpha energy radiated from him in waves, making my wolf pace restlessly inside me. “So the bride is making a run for it, huh?” His voice was lazy, teasing. “Don’t want to show how gentlemanly your future mate is?”