Bride Pushes Groom Off Cliff Mga Nobela at Kwento

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

She did a rough calculation; if he losses his balance; and staggers back against the rail, both could fall back into the ocean. The crowd almost takes the roof off if there is one when they watch the groom and bride tumble into the seawater; Christa wants to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate her victory. It must be the most memorable wedding for all of them. After coming out of the sea, they lay on the beach; and then Lewis throws back his head and roars with laughter. "Honey, do you want to run and ditch them? " Lewis is holding her left hand. "You are crazy, but I like it." She is intoxicated.

The goal was to capture the bride and run away. Two men grab the bride away from the groom. "DON'T TOUCH HER!!" One man with bonnet grip the bride's neck and pointed a sharp knife onto. "STAY AWAY FROM HER! LEAVE HER ALONE!—ARGH!!" "LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AWAY!!" Men with bonnets punch and kick the grooms tummy, together with punching the bride's father. "NO!" the bride shouted with a loud cry. The bride struggle with the men's grip on her arms. "Get off me!"

And then the train ripped. The bride stumbled backward with force. Her heel caught on the torn fabric. She fell. Everything happened in slow motion. Her arms windmilling. Her head tilting back. The sickening crack when her skull hit the stone pavement. Then silence. She wasn't moving. "Oh my god," someone whispered. A man rushed forward. He knelt beside her, pressing fingers to her neck. Checking for a pulse. He looked up at the groom. His face was pale. "She's... she's not breathing."

He asked in a bewildered tone, “I can borrow the cars, that’s no problem, I haven’t driven them since the car show. But dear, I’ve only heard about the convoy to pick up the bride and I’ve never heard of a convoy to send the bride. What kind of absurd rule is this?” Claire answered, “My friend was a resident student back in high school and she was from the rural county at the outskirts of Aurous Hill. Yes, you’re right, traditionally, it’s supposed to be the groom who sends a convoy to pick up the bride. However, the groom’s side despises her, so they’ve intentionally made a harsh request, saying that they won’t be picking up the bride during the wedding and they’ve asked the bride’s side to

On the streets, ordinary people stood frozen before giant billboards streaming the broadcast, whispering the same desperate prayer that the Princess of Virelia Kingdom would survive. Moments later, a black van stopped beside the bridal car. On live footage, men in black stormed out, dragging the bride and her driver from the vehicle before shoving them into the van. The bride’s bodyguards quickly gave chase. Gunfire erupted, and to the people watching, it felt like a movie scene come to life.

They fell to their faces the instant we walked in. “Is this how you dishonor my family!” He bawled. “By trying to kill my bride?” “No,” My uncle stuttered, lowering his gaze. “This is not my doing, and I’m pretty sure it was an accident. Darryn did not raise his voice. That frightened everyone more than a roar would have. “An accident,” he repeated slowly, his gaze never leaving my uncle’s face. “Your wife pushed my bride from the third floor of your castle. She bled. She disappeared. And your guards did nothing.”

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

They don’t know about the outside world in the first place so tricking them was easy too and she used it in her favor to ensure Gerald won’t come after her again. “Oh, you’re a vile woman.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know.” She smirked victoriously as they continued their journey but they could definitely feel the heat of fury emitting from the couple. Not bothering to look at each other nor talking anymore. Walking, they were at the end of a cliff connected by a bridge with another. The bridge was a delicate rocky path which was on the verge of crusting. There were no borders, it was thin, weak, barely connecting the two cliffs. If one falls, they will fall deep.

This wasn't some nightmare I could claw my way out of. I was marrying the devil. And I'd signed the dotted line. What about the freedom I thought I would get after my husband's death? It was gone with a poof. I must be cursed. There was no other reason why I would be marrying another psychopath. The priest droned on and our vows were exchanged like threats. My "I do" sounded like a dare. And then, the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." Killian turned to me, finally smiling. And just as he leaned in to kiss me on the corner of my lips, I bit him, hard.