Novel & Cerita Corpse Bride Man

witchy mind isn't capable of. “Of course I did it, child,” she says in a matter of fact tune as she walked up to the steel surface where the corpse laid, “This is the lady you fed from,” with a wave of her hand over the body, it was transited to a fresh looking body resembling to the lady I fed from, she waved back from the position direction and the last turned back to the repulsive image as she was before, “according to your godfather's plan, she will be presented before your pack as you, who was probably had her heart ripped out by the Royalties.” she added. It looked so real, her skin was pale like an actual corpse, dried blood surrounded the part of her chest where her heart was. “It i

“Mr Blackwood, I am no murderer. I don’t know what my daughter told you, but this is all a misunderstanding.” “A misunderstanding?” Orion asked mildly. “How so?” Cain opened and closed his mouth, visibly floundering. Vera felt nothing but disgust watching him squirm. “Why don’t we schedule a meeting, Mr Blackwood—” “That would take another year, Cain,” Orion replied flatly. “I’m a very busy man.” “Mr Blackwood—” “We call on the father of the bride to come walk his daughter down the aisle,” a voice announced over the microphone. Cain froze.

The man looked at the maid, who was covering her face and crying, in surprise, and then looked back in dismay at the broken things all over the floor, walked up, looked at the angry Kim Park-ae and asked with a smile, "Miss Kim, who made you angry?" When Kim Park Ae saw the man who had come to do the job for her, her face was expressionless and her eyes glanced coldly at the man, not answering his question but walking over to the glass coffee table, picking up a glass of water and taking a gentle sip, she asked, "How is the matter I asked you to do?" "Oh ......" the man scratched the back of his head and said cheekily, "I'm really sorry, Miss Kim, I followed along in my car and got lost, for

A wave of nausea washed over me as more blood seeped from under the corpse, melting the snow flurries as they hit the ground. "Aaaaah!" A strangled scream escaped my throat as my fingers dug into Leo's arm. I pulled him closer and buried my face in his chest, but my body wouldn't stop trembling uncontrollably. Leo stood there motionless, in shock as he continued staring at the corpse. It was a man all along, not the tall ghost woman who died years ago. "I... I saw this b-bod um, pers-person," I blurted out, but my words probably made no sense.

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

A sound echoed from the darkness deeper beneath the bridge arches a slow, rhythmic clapping. Out of the yellow fog, a man stepped forward. He was dressed in an immaculate, three piece tweed suit, an antique silver pocket watch chain looping across his vest. He looked like an English gentleman on his way to a club in Mayfair, but his skin was the color of old ivory, and his eyes were completely red, the color of fresh arterial blood. He wasn't a New Breed, and he wasn't a thrall. He smiled, revealing a row of teeth that were far too sharp, far too long, to be human or wolf.

"That's a joke. Can you even survive without me? Besides, once you marry into the Astor family, who do you think is going to save you besides me? Who else would even care about you? "If you keep this up, don't expect me to come and get you back." With that, he pulled the tearful Veronica into his arms and softened his tone. "Veronica, don't cry. Someone like her isn't worth getting upset over. "I'll take you to a better bridal shop and have a one-of-a-kind wedding dress custom made for you." Then he wrapped his arm around Veronica and walked off, leaving me standing there disheveled and alone. After getting dressed, I stepped out of the bridal shop and realized just how middle of nowhere the

I slid backward across the tiles, then another sound came, a child laughing happily and softly coming from inside my wardrobe. “No…” I whispered. I covered my ears with both hands. The laughter continued, then it changed to tiny nails scraping from inside my wardrobe. I stumbled to my feet and ran on towards the bedroom doorway without thinking. Then I stopped suddenly. A shape stood there tall and standing still blocking the doorway, I could only see the shape of a man with broad shoulders, a head, and a suit. For one bright second the room turned white. Adrian Vale stood there, and blood still ran from the cut near his forehead, his grey eyes still looking straight at me.

The sharp sound drew everyone’s attention as they turned to listen. “Now, as the father of the bride, I am expected to present a gift to the couple,” he began with a confident smile. “I spent a while wondering what I could possibly offer the richest man in Chicago. I mean, I can’t give him a house—he already has more than enough. So I thought, why not give him something more meaningful? A family. I already did that by giving my daughter’s hand in marriage... but I decided to do a little extra.” He nodded toward one of the guards Elisa had seen around frequently since waking from her coma. The guard exited for a moment, then returned—this time with someone in tow.

Chapter # 8 Note: Kindly note that English is not my native language — it’s my third language. If there are any grammatical errors, I would really appreciate it if you could please ignore them. Thank you so much for your patience and understanding. __ Her injured arm was resting against her body, supported carefully by her other hand. Alexander walked closer and reached down to wake her. Up close, he noticed how exhausted she looked. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her lips were dry, and the usual color had disappeared from her face, leaving her complexion pale and slightly sallow.