Corpse Bride Plot Novels & Stories

"If words get out about the bride dying in the Royal castle, it will become a bad omen for the royal family and evil rumors will spread amongst the villagers. No one needs to know about Qetiyah." That day, Luna Queen Qetiyah's body was sent on fire together with the servants and as if that wasn't enough, the Queen dowager ordered for the family of Qetiyah and everyone who knew about the wedding to be put to death. They were all beheaded. A week after the incident, the queen dowager bought in another bride in replacement of Qetiyah, and the death of Luna Queen Qetiyah was forgotten but it didn't end there. Years after, vengeance came back. The secret that was buried for so long resurfaced. Al

"Lord Sir Sebastian Acacio's production was it about his records of tortures during his period of rule, detailed traumatising texts about his first bride's murder is in that book. You won't be able to read that!" Master Alejandro revealed looking back at his bride's curious eyes, where as after hearing the sudden information madam Genelia's eyes widened in horror. A record of tortures? What the hell? How could such a book be the best seller of that time? "Murder?" Madam Genelia sounded still confused as then master Alejandro shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "His first bride had an illicit affair with her royal server, beheaded as a punishment. She was hung naked for a week in front of hi

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

"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.

He agreed and stopped me in front of Birdie and Cali's house. "Since you ditched me. I have no other choice than to go to my friend's." Denzel said faking a doleful look. I chuckled. Since that evening we had an intimate moment, we've been glued to each other a lot and to think we never actually did the main thing. Denzel alighted with me and we headed to the house together. "What happened, Birdie?" I asked the moment I saw them looking distressed. "It's the professor! We were about to get frisky before he suddenly collapsed. I can't even tell if he's dead." Birdie said, frightened. Cali was already crying and screaming that they were murderers. I got scared too hoping he wasn't dead.

Brienne seemed comfortable as she placed full concentration on watching Kai peel off the corpse's facial skin. I could hear slight tearing sounds—of the flesh, and the soft clinking of the metal hitting another metal. “I’ll need another corpse to implant the face on,” Kai said in a low voice. “Oh, there's one I saw with blue eyes. He would do.” Brienne walked up to the front, where the corpses were, and began her search. “I found it.” She stood beside a corpse that was beside the wall. Grudgingly, I headed in her direction to join hands in moving the corpse.

So we walked down the aisle of a room that had been arranged for a hundred and twelve guests, with only seven people in attendance: his lawyer, two board members from the Zhao family, Marcus, Vivienne's mother who still hadn't fully processed what was happening, and a registrar who kept looking between us like he was trying to solve a puzzle. I kept my eyes forward. The dress was Vivienne's. Of course it was. There hadn't been time for anything else. It fit everywhere except the chest, where it was a little too generous, and I'd had to use a safety pin borrowed from the wedding planner who handed it to me with the expression of someone watching a traffic accident in slow motion. The bouquet

“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!

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man, The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”