Corpse Bride Man Novels & Stories

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

When we reached the altar, I turned to face the pack elder officiating the ceremony. He cleared his throat and began. “Brothers and sisters of the pack, we are gathered here under the light of the full moon to witness the sacred mating bond between Lyra Dominic and Adrian Massimo. The mate bond is blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, not to be entered into lightly, but with reverence and eternal commitment…” He droned on about loyalty and the sanctity of the mate bond and forever. Words that meant nothing coming from a man who had no idea what was really happening.

Then, my foot hit something soft. I stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. I hissed through my teeth and whipped out my phone, turning on the flashlight. A man lay on the gravel. He was lying in a pool of blood so thick and dark it looked black under the light. His shirt was shredded at the stomach, his eyes were open, staring at nothing. I checked his pulse, and he was already dead. Marco cursed, dropping to one knee beside the man. “He’s been gutted. This is definitely Dante’s work.

Richard's POV: My mood plummeted, my blood chilling to below zero. My brows furrowed deeply as I refused to accept Vivian's hand in marriage. She smiled, meeting my gaze. She stretched her right hand forward. "It's nice to meet you, Master Richard." "Mm…" My brows furrowed as I couldn't respond. Vivian looked like a real harlot. Her ample breasts were exposed, and the green dress popped out her slender figure. Bright makeup adorned her face, her glossy lips tainted red. She was beautiful, but not my choice of a bride.

Liam said again Crystal raises an eyebrow. It was true he had asked out on a date. FLASH BACK At the stripper club. "First I don't want your fucking money, now go home to your wife before I find her and tell her how you were busy touching a lady who's like your daughter's age". I smiled He looked at me angrily. And grabbed me forcibly. " GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER OR YOU DIE". "Liam". Crystal whispered. Liam dragged Crystal away from there as he stared at the man.

the first man who slapped me said, his eyes meandering to my exposed neck before settling on my partly exposed bossoms. God dammit. I should not have worn this off-shoulder top! "Please let me go. Do not kill me or do any thing to me please, my husband will pay you all handsomely" I begged, trying to wiggle myself free from the ropes confinement. My entire body was in pain. The men laughed scornfully before one of them looked at me with amorous eyes. "And why should we let you go?" His tongue swiped against his bottom lip as he spoke, his hands trailing to caress my breast before painfully squeezing it.

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

Don't yield. ‎ ‎But I couldn't let her die. Not after we had just started to trust each other. ‎ ‎"I understand," I whispered. ‎ ‎"Good." Magnus signaled the guards. "Open the doors." ‎ ‎The massive oak doors of the Chapel groaned open. ‎ ‎The sound of the organ washed over us a thunderous, gothic melody that vibrated in my chest. The sanctuary was packed. Hundreds of wolves from the Bloodmoon and Iron-Claw packs filled the pews. They turned as one to watch the bride.

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

She waved her hand over the big skeletal corpse while chanting something under her breath. Kevin leaped back in his seat when his father’s tall skeletal corpse sat straight up from the floor. The young man closed his eyes and prayed while listening to a deep guttural growl from his father’s corpse. It wasn’t his father. “Please!” President Chang uttered out through a laborious breath while looking up at a tall skeletal creature that used to be her husband. The president couldn’t even scream when her husband’s tall dried-up corpse arose from the floor before dragging its large twisted feet toward her. The monster limped and twitched, moaning and growling at President Chang and her son. “Pleas