Corpse Bride Hands Novels & Stories

His hands reach for me, his gaze fixed on my body like I exist for his pleasure. I pretend to give in, lowering myself toward him as he lies back. His fingers tilt my chin, bringing my lips toward his. That’s all it takes. In one swift motion, I grab my dagger hidden by the lampstand and drived it deep into his throat The moment the blade sank into his throat, he jolted up, eyes wide with shock. Panic set in as he stumbled toward the door, clutching his bleeding neck. Pathetic man. I moved fast, grabbing his arm before he could reach the handle. My grip tightened as I whispered, “You’re going nowhere.”

Laughter, lovely bright colors, pale skin, smiles. A woman's hand. Her caress. Her body. Her gown was carried softly by the wind. Her feet were beautiful against the soft green grass. Her eyes were pale grey yet twinkling with mischief. Her laughter. "Come, your majesty." Her soft voice called out, her pale hand reaching towards him. He took it, held unto it. He noticed how smooth and soft her skin was against his roughened one. He saw the daintiness it carried in its slender fingers. He felt the joy at that simple act of taking her hand. His heartbeat was faster than average, his blood rushing to his brain.

"Do you really think you guys can get me without my fan?" Both of her hands move fast at almost the same speed. She aggressively grabs the wrist of the nearest undead to her on both sides. She then jumps and kicked the two corpses with all her might as she pulls their wrist. This made their limb ripped out. Blood gushed out from the ripped-off wrists. There's even several splattered blood on the princess' robes, but she didn't care at all.

the warriors greeted as they carried the corpse inside and put it on another empty operating table. “After we made rounds around the borders, we noticed the corpse hidden under the shades of the tree and dead fallen leaves covering it. And also..” Removing the white cover, everyone gritted their teeth as some couldn’t bear the sight of the corpse and shivered in fear. Although the corpse was not headless, two of its fingers were severed, and all ten of his toes were removed. His body was also full of bruises and wounds. Gelle used a scissor to tear the corpse’s shirt and what they saw left them speechless. The first layer of the corpse’s skin in its chest was peeled off with a scribble carve

Some shiny green thing was attached to her skin in the middle of her forehead As I raised my fingers to touch it just out of sheer curiosity *smack* My body froze Huh...?! I slowly looked down, only to find the 'corpse' of supposedly dead Faye grabbing my hand and staring right at me only this time her eyes are wider than before and more menacing! My voice got stuck in my throat and it felt like my heart would pop out any second! *gulp* I forgot how to scream! I had no way of knowing what was happening in front of me

his words died, his eyes widening. My hand flew to my neck, applying pressure to the wound as he seemed mesmerized by me, rendered speechless. I backed away from him, shocked by what had just occurred. My radio went off. “General Nerine, are you still with the target?” Thana asked. I looked at him, ignoring her as he seemed to change, his eyes becoming lustful and more primal. His voice was guttural, he looked at me and spoke the words that sent chills through me, “Bride.”

plate right on the back of the car. Without a doubt, it was a wedding car. Finn hadn’t been bothered at first and was about to look away when the car window rolled down and revealed the bride’s delicate profile. A face he knew all too well. As if struck by a bolt of lightning, his smile froze and pupils contracted sharply. “Annalise Wright!”

A slight frown creased his brow as he looked back. The scene before us plunged the noisy entrance into stunned silence, then erupted into panicked screams. Just moments ago, Adrian's face had been flushed with rage as he pointed and cursed at us. But now, he suddenly doubled over. He clamped his hands over his mouth, but a thick, black liquid seeped between his fingers. With a violent gag, he spewed a torrent of dark blood. Gasps and shrieks broke out. "Someone's dying, and he's vomiting blood!"

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

And then— A low, commanding voice echoed from the entrance of the alley. "Let her go. Or I'll cut off your hands one finger at a time…"