Bride Of The Living Dummy Novels & Stories

“What?” Vincent’s eyes widened sharply. Inside the evidence bag was a phone, its screen already shattered. A police officer helped unlock it and pulled up the last recorded video. Christine’s face appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white dress, faded from too many washes, with light makeup on her face. The background was the rooftop of the Empire State Building, and the strong wind lifted her hair. “Vincent, congratulations to you and Elena on your wedding today. I’m sorry I can’t attend. It’s because I’ve decided to leave this world.”

Pain flared, hot, bright, but she did not let go. She slammed his head against stone, once, twice, until his eyes rolled back. The bundle lay still. She tore the cloth away, hands shaking. Inside: a doll, crudely made, stuffed with straw. Another decoy. Garrick laughed, weak, bloody, through broken teeth. “You’re too late,” he rasped. “The real child is already gone. The Order took it hours ago, while you played at ritual.” Elara’s claws pressed to his throat, drawing blood.

He seized my wrist, his face dark, his fingers crushing down hard enough to grind bone. I sucked in a breath and looked at him. "That's what I should be asking you. What right do you—" The words never finished. The massive screen behind us lit up. Kimberly's face had been crudely photoshopped onto a pair of mating dogs. The image was obscene, deliberate, and impossible to mistake. The room exploded. "I knew it. No wife volunteers to be a mistress' bridesmaid. The quiet ones bite the hardest." "Damn. Ruining the bride during her engagement party. That's vicious."

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

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.

You" In no time, Mr .William points his gun toward Sarah and Ivan, and before anyone understands BOOM... I looked at Sarah, who was shocked. I looked at her up and down, and thankfully she was okay. Next, I checked on Ivan, who had a shocked expression too, and when I followed his gaze, what I saw was unexpected. Mr .Williams' gun was down, and he was holding his wife, who was hugging him, pooling in blood. His gun instantly dropped, and so did his wife's body on the floor. He was trying to hold her body, but it looked difficult for him to do so.

Why a woman is the one who gets the certificate of purity and slut shamed if she is not innocent. Royalty is so cruel, so very partial. Opening the wine's muselet with only his thumb so effortlessly without any hesitation, it made a loud pop up sound in the soundless room of two. The scene felt like master was serving his own drink but when turned around and started walking towards the opposite of the bridal chamber where his bride was standing... he seemed to have other intentions in his mind. "I won't be needing this with you I feel, neither condoms or shit, now that you're my bride with both the title and law, it won't matter!"

to think that this deal had been born out of her father's desperation to get back his resort at all costs and Xavier's father's manipulative machinations. Xavier presented a cheque for an astronomical amount of money to Isobel and they signed a contract to say that the deal was now closed...all terms and conditions met. Amanda felt disgusted by her mother's unashamedly avaricious response.She stared at the bracelet on her wrist wishing Miguel was here..... wishing he could make her laugh and forget about her problems as always. Did all brides feel this intensed boredom on their wedding day? Oh!She wasn't the real bride here.

"Listen, Sir Hao, my son so proud, What should I tell thy young bride?" "I will say I'm outside in the grove, To ride my horse, and try my dogs." Then in the morning, day it was, Came the bride in her bride-gown. "They gave me mead, they gave me wine, Where is Sir Hao, my groom?" "Sir Hao rode into the grove, He’s trying his horse, and his dogs." She took up the scarlet red, There lay Hao, and he was dead.

] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy. [Survival is not easy. Please keep working hard.] The ghost bride's name really was Ximena. I glanced at the top of her head. There was a gaping hole, and inside it sat a rusty nail. A chill ran down my spine. However, that brief hesitation was enough for Ximena's expression to turn icy. "Guards. Cut this groom into pieces and serve him to the guests." Not far away, a bloated, grotesque puppet slowly sharpened the blade in its hand. The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves.