Corpse Bride Fanfiction Novels & Stories

said Coralis, looking at her wrist binds hidden underneath white-laced bracelets wrapped around her wrists. She was glad she could hide them underneath her wedding attire. Even her EBEE branding on her left arm was concealed. She knew her emotions were all over the place. With her arm wrapped around Kief’s, Coralis entered the church. If the human custom was for the bride to walk down the aisle with her father to symbolize him giving her away to the groom, she could only think of Kief doing that for her. Besides Frank’s family, who had accepted her as she was, the Fullemons were the closest thing she had to a family. She knew they would have adopted her if they could and to her, Erik and Hen

“Yes… I embrace it. I want it all. The blood. The fucking. The corruption. Forever.” Their bodies moved together in a final, savage rhythm. He bit her breast, drinking as he fucked her. She bit his throat in return. Their blood mingled, and their cum mixed. The orgasm that crashed through them was cataclysmic; Freya’s pussy milking him as he pumped load after load deep inside her, sealing her transformation. The coven cheered, blood and cum still dripping from their bodies. When it was over, Sebastian lifted his bride in his arms. She smiled with blood-stained lips and fangs fully extended, eyes shining with complete, joyous corruption. The shy girl who once hid among books was dead.

The massive gray-brown form collapsed in a heavy, final heap of blood-matted fur, cooling rage, and the last remnants of Trisha’s bargain, dying in the ashes and mud of a burning street. Corinne staggered backward, the hilt of the blade still clenched in both hands, the steel still buried deep in Kaen’s skull. Her own blood ran freely now from the collarbone, the ribs, the thigh, and the deep puncture wounds in her shoulder where his teeth had locked. The empty place in her chest where the mate bond had been felt vast, cold, and strangely clean. Isla stood in that emptiness, white and breathing hard and victorious, her presence the only thing keeping Corinne upright. Percie caught her before

“Not after everything.” “You won’t.” She tugged his tunic over his head, fingers tracing every scar, every mark of battles fought long before she walked into his life. “We rewrite the ending. Together.” They shed the last barriers, cloth, doubt, fear, until nothing separated them. He lifted her, guiding her down onto him in one slow, claiming glide. She gasped, head falling back, as he filled her completely. They moved together, deep, deliberate, every roll of hips a defiance against the coming dark. The bond flared brighter with each thrust, stitching itself tighter, burning away the curse’s whispers for one perfect, stolen moment.

Brienne seemed comfortable as she placed full concentration on watching Kai peel off the corpse's facial skin. I could hear slight tearing sounds—of the flesh, and the soft clinking of the metal hitting another metal. “I’ll need another corpse to implant the face on,” Kai said in a low voice. “Oh, there's one I saw with blue eyes. He would do.” Brienne walked up to the front, where the corpses were, and began her search. “I found it.” She stood beside a corpse that was beside the wall. Grudgingly, I headed in her direction to join hands in moving the corpse.

Ava could never have imagined the scene in front of me. Clara was pinned against the wall by Jeff...her fiancee. They were supposed to be getting married in two weeks. Her whole world came crumbling. She couldn't move or make a sound. Ava had closed early from work today to surprise her fiancee but instead got the worst suprise of her life. Her fiancee fucking her own step sister. By the time they realised her presence, Ava's eyes were already filled with tears. Jeff was shocked when he saw her standing at the door with Clara still pinned against the wall naked.

“Miss Christine, may I ask who in your family this plot is for?” “For myself,” I said. “I want to be buried next to my mother.” There was a pause on the other end. Then, he quickly recovered. “Alright.” I continued, “There’s one more thing I need to trouble you with. Tomorrow, could you come to the top of the Empire State Building and collect my body?” This time, the salesperson fell silent. I added, “Don’t worry. I’ll pay extra.” “Alright, Miss Christine. We’ll arrange for a funeral vehicle to be at the Empire State Building tomorrow.”

I want to spit on Louis face, hold her by the neck and push her on the floor, but I can’t. Since my mother became ill, my dad brought this bitch into our house and he never give attention to my mom. Louis became his priority. I can’t even get money from my dad to pay for my mother's medical bills. The meagre amount I make is like a stone compared to the mammoth hospital bill and transplant fee, money is an issue for me. Now I have made agreement with Louis to marry Sebastian Black in replacement of her own daughter. Why? Because I’m the only sacrificial lamb who they can give to that old, ugly, impotent, cold and ruthless, Sebastian black.

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

He looked down at the dress on my body and said, “I’m more interested in knowing where you got this dress from. Why did you put it on? Why did you seduce that guy after putting it on? How big is your appetite? Do you want every man in sight?” “I didn’t—” With a hissing sound, the gown on my body was torn off by him, and my body was exposed in an instant. “What do you want to do? Why did you rip my clothes apart? I told you I had nothing to do with him. He was the one who accosted me.” I was pulled into his arms. His cold breath covered me, and I didn’t dare to move. His cold voice sounded in my ear. “You know, I’m not dead yet. How impatient can you be? Your plan to bait two men is going pre