Corpse Bride Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

said Troy, as we quickly ran into the forest. When we arrived, we immediately smelled the slimy smell of blood. Eventually, we reached where the corpse was. I saw a lot of students around. Gossip and gossip. We walked quickly to the corpse, and the students leaned over. I quickly looked at it, and I fell down when I saw who the corpse was in front of us. Troy hugged me quickly. "Beatrice," I said, as I covered my mouth. I know she did something bad to me, but to be killed in such a brutal way? I don't think she deserves this. Whoever killed her was a demon. Whoever did this is ruthless. Her whole body was stabbed. Her other body was also severed. hideous. Dreadful.

she sighed "at least he tried, not until Hunter came. I was scared maybe he was here for revenge, he wanted to revenge his father's death on you " "What was her name? " "Laurie" she answered. "I just hope this marriage is a one year thing like he said, I don't want you to go through the same thing as me " "What do you mean? " I ask confused. "He didn't tell you? " "Who and what did he not tell me that I should know " "Hunter has taken over his fathers Mafia and also it's the strongest in the American Mafia " Okay that send me off my seat, as i stand up like something bite my butt.

, I frowned. "Don't you want to know who will be your bride now?", He asked to which I raised my brow. "She is the elder daughter of the Vampire's King, Lenora.", I didn't know why but this news didn't give me any happiness. Lenora was strong and powerful, just like the bride I always wished for but still, my mind was on my human bride who lives in a supernatural world but had no supernatural powers. . . . Andrella's POV . . .

"…Because this is the only place I feel like I'm alive. I tried. I put on the suit you gave me, sat in the conference room, stared at those documents, and listened to those people talk… but I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't feel like I was even human." He lowered his head and looked at his own hands, torn open and scarred. "You shouldn't be marrying me. I'll ruin you." My tears finally fell. I said, "You won't ruin me. You saved me." Cassiano looked up at me, confused. He didn't remember anything, of course. It had happened in my previous life, after all. But I remembered every single detail. "Cassiano, let me be the one to save you this time." I took out the silver cufflink, grabbed his

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

“Miss Christine, may I ask who in your family this plot is for?” “For myself,” I said. “I want to be buried next to my mother.” There was a pause on the other end. Then, he quickly recovered. “Alright.” I continued, “There’s one more thing I need to trouble you with. Tomorrow, could you come to the top of the Empire State Building and collect my body?” This time, the salesperson fell silent. I added, “Don’t worry. I’ll pay extra.” “Alright, Miss Christine. We’ll arrange for a funeral vehicle to be at the Empire State Building tomorrow.”

Colors pulsed alive in the dim light: cobalt colliding with crimson, veins of gold splitting the dark. Then I saw it. One stroke. Angled. Deliberate. A fracture cut through chaos. My breath stuttered. Memory surged. A brush dragged across canvas. Laughter spilling warm against my shoulder. Her voice: Not like that. Let me fix it. See? Every break can shine if you know how to cut the light. My chest constricted. It was her. My hands clenched the frame until the wood groaned. This was Asaraiah—my bride, living, breathing, fierce. But through that stroke I saw her. The one buried by time. The ghost I’d failed.

I replied coldly, "Okay. I've prepared a surprise for you at the wedding." Wales replied that he was looking forward to the surprise, but I didn't respond. The faking-death service's car with a fake licence plate was already waiting at the entrance of the house. I handed them a USB drive that had Wales and Anna's videos and voice recordings on it, reminding them to play the recordings during the wedding. I also handed my phone to them to deliver to Wales along with my corpse during the wedding. I had left a recording of my last words on the device.

“I remember it now. Yes. It was quite the scandal. The groom on that day publicly left the bride at the altar and married her little sister whom he claimed to love. Everyone was shocked. The bride ran out of the hall before anyone could stop her.” I felt sick. “What happened to her?” “She... she had an accident. Car crash. Died instantly. Or so we were told because no one ever saw her corpse." A cold chill settled in my bones. I took a few steps back, trying to breathe. No. No, no, no. That couldn’t be me. With trembling fingers, I unfolded the newspaper and held it out to him. “Is this the bride?” I asked. Lawrence took the paper, his expression casual at first—but the second his eyes lande