Corpse Bride Emily Full Body Novels & Stories

I breathed. "I paid for it." He smiled for the cameras like he meant it. Whispers sharpened behind us. "Look at her. She's shaking." "Maybe she finally realised she doesn't belong here." Killian leaned in as we passed, voice low enough that only I caught it. "All that white fabric. And I can still see exactly what's underneath." I shuddered and almost tripped on my train "Careful, sweetheart." Damon's grip tightened around my fingers. "Cameras love a nervous bride."

It was nothing more than basic courtesy, but as someone who was treated as less than human by everyone, his small acts of kindness made Prince Leander the kindest person I knew. The guards finally led me to the bridal chamber which is near where the wedding would soon took place. The doors swung open and I was surprised to see the same seamstresses who took my measurements yesterday. “Lady Winter,” the head seamstress greeted softly. My gaze drifted past them. At the very center of the chamber stood the wedding gown. I stopped breathing. The gown was unlike anything I had ever seen. At first glance, it resembled a traditional human wedding gown—pure white, fitted through the bodice, with lon

Her voice disappeared into the storm. "Not again. Please not again." Slowly, almost fearfully, she turned her head and froze. Blood stained the shoreline. A woman’s body lay motionless near the water, half-submerged beneath the incoming tide while crimson spread endlessly across the sand around her. The sight alone was horrifying enough to make Elara’s stomach twist violently. But then she saw herself standing nearby. A younger version of herself, looking terrified. Her hands trembled uncontrollably while a blood-covered knife remained clutched tightly in her grip. Tears streamed down her face without stopping, her entire body shaking with panic so intense it looked difficult for her to brea

Eren's eyes widened, as he tried to push her hand away, while looking at Emilia, who smiled at him, then raised her shoulders as if the matter did not matter to her, and it really did. “I’m sorry Emilia, please wait, I will be back shortly.” He said while looking at her sadly, and although Emilia had no previous experiences, but she knew very well those looks, she smiled at him and gestured to him with her hand, as if she was really enjoying him being away from her. “Dear Emilia, from now on I will make you a second part of this body.” Her features became cold, as she looked at the woman who was standing behind her, and without paying attention this time to her surroundings, which began to d

How does he do this to me? Emily slipped into the bathroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She held up the red lace bodysuit, admiring its intricate design. As she slid it on, the elastic hugged her curves perfectly. "Damn," she whispered, turning to examine herself in the mirror. The bodysuit accentuated every line of her body, leaving little to the imagination. Even Emily had to admit, it looked fucking good. Her eyes landed on the black heels she'd left there earlier. With a smirk, she slipped them on, instantly adding inches to her height and making her legs look impossibly long.

Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy table. Officer Wright's face went as white as a sheet. "What monsters! They'd better not let me catch them!" "They're worse than monsters!" Zack trembled as his tone filled with rage. "From the condition of the body, the victim likely had her bones shattered and flesh dug out when she was still alive. Not only that—her teeth, eyes, and nails were all pulled out." His words drained the color from everyone's faces, and the atmosphere turned heavy in an instant.

“I’ll take what’s mine.” Elara lunged. The ghost raised both hands, power crackling, crimson light lashing out like whips. Elara twisted, hybrid reflexes saving her, claws slashing through the light, dispersing it into sparks. She reached the cradle, ripped the black cloth away. Inside: no child. Only a small obsidian mirror, reflecting not her face, but a vision: the cradle in their room, empty, while a cloaked figure slipped through the window carrying a bundle.

Her eyes appeared to have been gouged out by some brutal means, her limbs were twisted into an unnatural position, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream. However, what was most discomforting was the absence of blood and how her mouth was open. It looked too wide to have been as a result of screaming. As Naomi cautiously stepped closer to the body, avoiding the bodies of the masked figures who may have been servants or attendants to the old woman, she confirmed her doubts. The old woman's jaw had been dislocated. "What…the…actual…hell?" She whispered to herself. She remembered a surge of energy that she could neither understand nor control rising from deep within her till it burst forth.

She looked like a Valkyrie who had just finished a harvest. ”Oh, thank God,” Nora gasped, sprinting past me to get to Emilia. I stayed where I was, still staring at Gustavo’s corpse. I waited for the rush, the sense of accomplishment that should come with seeing a ghost finally laid to rest. It didn't come. Instead, a hollow, biting cold began to settle in my marrow. I looked at Emilia. She was still on her knees, shaking, her eyes wide as she stared at the meat Gustavo had become.

The bone-chilling cold made Emily feel like she was collapsing. "Help! Someone help me!" The bodyguards heard the sound and rushed over, but they were too far away. By the time they jumped into the water to rescue her, Emily almost drowned. And at this moment, Haley's figure had already disappeared. "Quick, search! Haley must be found! I want to peel her skin and suck her blood!" Emily trembled all over, her face twisted into a sinister expression like a witch crawling out of hell. The bodyguards jumped into the water again to search for people...