Corpse Bride Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He defended himself and I just scoffed. “ No you bribed the seer because you were aware of my situation. You were ashamed of me being mates with your daughter. That is why you manipulated the whole situation and made my brother have her as his mate and even have my pup killed.” I fought my wolf into submission but he refused to back down. “Alpha Derrick please it is enough, let just leave since you have paid your condolences to dead mate already.” Freya muttered beside me. I guess I already forgotten that she was standing very close me. But I was close to losing my mind because of this lying son of a bitch.

Red eyes meet with brown ones and they stare at each other. "You look a lot like Emperor Ariadne, but younger. Anyway, she said I will have to seek your permission to leave here, so be kind enough to grant me your permission, thank you. Let's first start with this invisible door in this room," she said pointing at the wall behind her. "No, you are not leaving here precious. I have chosen you as my bride. We will get married when you have come of age." "I am no one's bride flat nose," "Shouldn't you be thankful to me for saving you. You were dead and I brought you back to life so technically speaking you owe me your life and you will do as I say or else I will have to take back what I give...

Oliver's gaze fell on Natalie, not on the stage. He knew exactly what video was about to play - the one he had substituted for Victoria's during the family meeting. "Adrian, didn't I tell you that marriage is a grave? Why rush to bury yourself?" The conversation in the video echoed through the speakers. "Who said I'm burying myself?" Adrian held a scantily clad model tightly in his arms and passionately kissed her. The party was wild, and Adrian, heavily intoxicated, promptly removed the model's remaining clothing and intimately leaned in for a kiss.

I felt his cap tug at my opening and I closed my eyes waiting to feel the full impact of his thrust. He lowered his head to mine and whispered so daringly in my ear; "Sheldon, I want you to remember that you're screwing your fiancee's cousin in this small room, next to a door where people passing by can hear your screams." I realized what was going on. How badly this might end. I grew restless. "Hunter, I'm not sure we should." He responded with his cock grinding inside me in one swoop. I shrieked when he stretched me out on all sides. He made sure the first entrance would contain his whole length at once. He hit me senseless with how deep he reached.

Her claws traced the air along my spine, not quite touching, but close enough to make my skin prickle with heat. “Not here,” I mouthed silently, heart slamming against my ribs. The risk burned through me: discovery meant expulsion, scandal, perhaps even exorcism. But my body betrayed me already—nipples hardening against the coarse wool, a fresh trickle of arousal soaking my underlinen. “Especially here,” she purred, her voice curling inside my ear like smoke. “What better place to corrupt you deeper? Look at them—all these chaste brides, kneeling like you. Don’t you wonder if they’ve felt this too? An ache they can’t name?”

They made sure to push some of it deep into my pussy with their fingers, marking me from the inside. When they were done, I was a cum-covered, trembling mess in my wedding dress. Victor kissed my forehead tenderly while Marcus fixed my dress. “Time to walk down the aisle, sweetheart,” Victor whispered. “And remember — every step you take, our cum will be leaking down your legs.” I stood up on shaky legs, feeling their warm seed slowly dripping out of my ruined pussy as I prepared to marry their son. This was supposed to be my wedding day. Instead, it had become my complete corruption. And deep down, I was already craving more.

It seemed like I'd got something bigger to worry about, something more than just getting punished in the long run. This was different. In a day, probably two, I could become a corpse, not just an ordinary corpse but a battered one. It was clear now, I'd gotten married to some kind of a monster. I guess that was the exact reason why they went as far as buying a bride from Corvin. I was probably something worthy of their experiment. My biggest problem right now shouldn't be getting caught, but it should be death.

A corpse could at least add a month's worth of Malicious Grudge to a Corpse Puppet. Those who died extremely unwillingly could at least increase half a year's worth Malicious Grudge, and those like Lingfei could at least add ten years of Malicious Grudge. But unfortunately, he was swallowed up by the ghost general's devil ride. Therefore, many people also joked that the Corpse Refinery Sect was a corpse collecting sect, primarily used to "collect corpses."

The bride with ash coloured hair spitted her enmity in her words. The bride in blonde stood up to face Akshara, she have to lift her head to face the blonde bride since she was taller than Akshara. The blonde bride caught Akshara’s throat with her bare hands and applied some pressure on her throat to crush it. Akshara choked and screamed in pain felt in her throat. Indigo feared the activation of Akshara’s amulet, she begged the blonde bride to Akshara’s life. Nora slapped Indigo in her cheeks which changed their initial colour to reddish, “You unloyal maid, you beg for her life?”

Her claws traced the air along my spine, not quite touching, but close enough to make my skin prickle with heat. “Not here,” I mouthed silently, heart slamming against my ribs. The risk burned through me: discovery meant expulsion, scandal, perhaps even exorcism. But my body betrayed me already — nipples hardening against the coarse wool, a fresh trickle of arousal soaking my underlinen. “Especially here,” she purred, her voice curling inside my ear like smoke. “What better place to corrupt you deeper? Look at them — all these chaste brides, kneeling like you. Don’t you wonder if they’ve felt this too? An ache they can’t name?”