Romans & histoires Corpse Bride Man

"Kyra and I are already married. Stop with this nonsense!" “Nonsense?” He scoffed. “Am I really the one who is talking nonsense or is this entire marriage a big sham? You stand before Jesus in the Church of God and you dare say that a woman marrying a woman is valid? Only a man can marry a woman! That is and has been the will of god from the very beginning!” His words dripped with disdain as he dismissed our marriage as invalid, citing archaic beliefs and narrow-minded prejudices.

I shook him hard, hands on his shoulders, pushing my calming scent out again because fuck the exposure risk, he looked like he was dying. He gasped, eyes flicking around wild. "No… no, get away… " "It's me, dumbass! Areum! Snap out of it!" He grabbed my wrists, grip bruising. "They're here. Blaming me." "Who? What the fuck are you talking about?" He blinked hard, coming back slow. Sat up, breathing ragged, face pale as a ghost. "The brides. Dead ones. From the curse." I stared. "Brides? Like wedding brides?"

Egbert Leon appeared briefly, holding a corpse war spear in his hand, frantically throwing one, the other corpse war spear fell from the sky, one hit hit the Ice Ghost Boundary above. The Ice Ghost Barrier on top of the Ice Ghost collapsed and shattered, the Barrier was also blasted by a large cave by Egbert Leon, and the corpse war spear also controlled the terrifying power of the corpse, towards Cursed Sanctuary directly hits. The breath of countless corpses exploded, in that Cursed Sanctuary, many of the weak and pristine Shadow Pack Warriors were directly transformed into corpses by the aura of that corpse. monster comedy. Derek Alexander appeared slightly, three thousand magic hands ope

I said his name in a whisper, watching him kneel on the ground with his mate’s dead body in his arms. “Savia!” seeing her body covered in bruises and a silver dagger through her chest crumbled my heart. “She is g---one!” he let out a weep to announce the agony his heart was feeling. “Ahh! She is gone!” the wailing brides repeated after him, crying and yelling while terrorizing the pack once again. It was then I noticed I was the only one accompanying my brother because the others were too afraid to get a glimpse of the wailing Brides. Though the wailing brides never interacted or got into physical contact with anyone due to being made of dust, they have the pack appalled.

“Your sister’s dumber than at five. Back then, she chased me through the roses, shouting ‘Cae!’ Now she just stares like I’m a ghost.” My brother rolled his eyes. “Shut up! Whose idea was the fake-death ritual? Your overzealous majordomo insists on using half-dead corpses as props! Now everyone thinks you eat hearts!” He jabbed a finger, grinning: “This bastard’s a pureblood vampire— but he only drinks tomato juice mixed with dragon blood! Those six ‘brides’? All political decoys. Sent to convents with dowries!

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.

Then came the worst part. Something clamped down on the bride’s face. Arah could hear jaws grinding with a guttural squelch. Her stomach twisted as jagged indentations tore into flesh. Bones crunched beneath unseen teeth. The bride’s agonized scream merged with the wet, sloppy sounds of skin ripping. Blood sprayed, spattering the ground and toppled chairs as the bride’s flesh vanished in mangled chunks. Around Arah, people screamed, pressing back against the shrub walls. They clutched each other in horror, not even minding the presence of the other vampire brides.

"What happened?" Don Morandi was right behind him. His expression darkened as well when his gaze swept over Dario and Lina. And then, I heard footsteps. They were heavy and measured. A man stepped out of the shadows. He was incredibly tall—a good half a head taller than Dario, and he had shoulders so broad they looked like they were about to burst through his black shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a web of interlaced scars from his wrist all the way to the crook of his elbow.

Eva's heart sank. "The gardens?" She nodded. "The guest house." "Yes." "The parking lot?" "Nothing." Eva rubbed her temple. This couldn't be happening. Not today. Not at a Blackwood wedding. She looked toward the grand staircase just as Adrian stepped out of the bridal suite. His expression remained unreadable. Only the slight tightening of his jaw suggested anything was wrong. His head of security approached him. "We've checked the CCTV footage, sir." "And?" "The bride left through the staff entrance forty-three minutes ago."

I breathed. "I paid for it." He smiled for the cameras like he meant it. Whispers sharpened behind us. "Look at her. She's shaking." "Maybe she finally realised she doesn't belong here." Killian leaned in as we passed, voice low enough that only I caught it. "All that white fabric. And I can still see exactly what's underneath." I shuddered and almost tripped on my train "Careful, sweetheart." Damon's grip tightened around my fingers. "Cameras love a nervous bride."