Corpse Bride Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

“I will not defile my body prior to our wedding night. I will accept your blood gift if you will respect this.” Looking upon her he was satisfied that she was not like her father. She demanded respect and did not gravel before him like a frightened goat. A long smooth thin smile spread across his face. “My bride, I respect your request. Take my blood now.” He bit his wrist himself and presented it to her. Margaret reached up gently and took his wrist. She gently placed her cold lips onto his slit and inhaled the blood. Visions of throats being slashed, women being defiled and drained, men being speared and placed upon spikes, meals where her betrothed drank the blood of his victims in the pr

I enjoyed every second of it. My new husband showered kisses on my other body parts, starting with my neck. After that, he moved down to my breasts as he sucked my nipples hard which made me let out a loud moan. Hearing my moans, the Crimson Warrior sucked them even harder which made me even wetter. The man slowly inserted two of his fingers inside my flower bud. The moment he inserted them, my tight buds started to contract hard. It made me moan in pain. When my husband heard it, he grunted. He kept moving his fingers back and forth that made me go crazy.

He said insincerely, "I'm sorry! I've never slept with a woman before, so I'm still not used to it!" Adrienne was so angry that she gritted her teeth and complained inwardly, "So much for treasuring me!" Much later on, she found out that this sc*mbag actually had another shocking identity! ...... The main story: A disfigured corpse lay in a bright red pool of blood. The corpse could not be identified as male or female. The body parts were scattered around the room... Everything was covered in blood. "No, no, no..." The sight before Adrienne's eyes almost made her collapse. She screamed as she started retreating backward.

That's it, that's all he wants, not a weak supply of blood or something. I shook my head and took the bold step. "No, I'll do it, I'll be your bride in exchange for my freedom ." I don't know what to think, I can't die, but then I would have to marry him, then again I'll do anything for my life including marrying him. He took my hand from his friend's and dragged me away back to the mansion, his hand is as cold as ice, great am getting married to a corpse.

Brianna was outside, her voice raw with desperation, begging Sean to open the door. Inside, Sean was losing it. "Mom, I have feathers now, and I have chicken claws for feet! Ruby's turned me into a freak! "I can't face anyone ever again. Ruby's going to pay for this!" Ruby's screams from inside were getting scarier by the second. "Please, oh, please! Somebody! Help me!" Bang! A heavy thump echoed from within, and Ruby fell silent.

At some point everyone wanted a consolation prize, they even started sending child brides. There was a reason why I was adamant to leave Peralez the night of the empress funeral. The people of Cerso gave me a bride and she died apparently like the rest. Just like the witches they despise my guts and hate me for killing their bride but if they weren't greedy. Maybe they would have thought twice about the gravity of losing their daughter. Florynn Cerso the duchess of Cerso, as well as the sister of the Empress, Amira.

"That's a joke. Can you even survive without me? Besides, once you marry into the Astor family, who do you think is going to save you besides me? Who else would even care about you? "If you keep this up, don't expect me to come and get you back." With that, he pulled the tearful Veronica into his arms and softened his tone. "Veronica, don't cry. Someone like her isn't worth getting upset over. "I'll take you to a better bridal shop and have a one-of-a-kind wedding dress custom made for you." Then he wrapped his arm around Veronica and walked off, leaving me standing there disheveled and alone. After getting dressed, I stepped out of the bridal shop and realized just how middle of nowhere the

“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?”

The thought immediately brought another wave of nausea. The library at Blank Manor was full of the seven Elders of the Fell Pack—old men in suits with wrinkled hands and pocket watches tucked neatly into their waistcoats. They looked like relics from another century. I tried to keep my eyes on them, tried to appear like the Alpha they expected, but with the worst hangover of my life clawing through my skull, it was a losing battle.