Corpse Bride Live-action Fancast Novels & Stories

The system finally returned. 【Original task terminated.】 【Contract Holder Isabella Caruso has completed death settlement.】 【Irreversible regret detected in target individual.】 【Hidden compensation condition fulfilled.】 A new option appeared before me. 【One identity reset is available.】 【The original body, identity, and family ties will not be retained.】 【Accept new identity?】 Matteo was still kneeling beside me, saying he loved me now that it could save nothing. I no longer needed the answer.

On it: a shallow basin, empty now, stained dark with centuries of spilled blood. Seraphine appeared beside the basin, fading, translucent. “Speak the vow,” she said. “Blood of the bridge. Tear of the betrayed. Kiss of life. Seal it here, where it began.” Elara drew the fang again, held it high. “I, Elara Thorne-Blackthorn, bridge of the split packs, bleed willingly,” she said, voice ringing off the walls. She sliced deeper, blood flowing freely now, letting it drip into the basin. Silver droplets hissed on contact, steam rising like spirits released.

Jane bristled at his tone but nodded, stepping closer to the table where the files lay. Garrison gestured to the whiteboard. "We've got five victims so far, all women between their late 20s and late 30s. Different backgrounds, different professions, no immediate connection between them. Except for one thing—this sicko dressed them all up like brides, left them posed in scenic spots around town, and placed a single red rose on their chests. Dr. Chen will go over the rest." Forensic Specialist Dr. Lila Chen stepped forward, a folder in her hand. She was petite, with sharp features and a calm demeanor that belied the gruesome nature of her work.

“Which is exactly why this is happening.” That made Elara pause. "What? How? Why?" Felix continued, his tone maddeningly calm, almost reverent. “You can say that... He’s proud.” The word landed wrong. Elara blinked. “Proud of what?” Lisa leaned forward, her eyes glittering, and her voice dropping conspiratorially like she was sharing the punchline to a private joke. “That he stole someone’s bride on her wedding day.” Felix nodded, entirely serious now. “Stole her! Married her!! Lives with her now!!!”