Corpse Bride Vows Full Novels & Stories

She believed Roman Moretti was dragged into this marriage the same way she was. She wasn’t great on physical contact, after the exorcism she didn’t like people touching her, but she didn’t mind him touching her hand. It made her curious about her wifely duties her mother told her about. Her mother warned her to let him touch her and to let him have his way with her because it was his husbandly right.

The faint sound of music and laughter from the engagement party faded into nothing as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Right before her in a hidden corner of the hallway her fiancé, Aiden Crawford, has his hand tangled in her step sister Ivy's hair, their lips were locked in a deep intimate kiss, one filled with so much passion it made her stomach churn. They jerked apart, their heads snapping in her direction. Aiden's face drained of color and panic took over but Ivy on the other hand smirked— she smirked like she had just won a game that Elara didn't know that she had been playing.

Emma’s POV The day had finally arrived. The moment I had dreamt about for as long as I could remember, but never fully believed would happen, was here. The day I would marry Luca. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection. My fingers traced the delicate lace of the wedding dress that had been custom-made for me. It was elegant, yet simple, with intricate beadwork that shimmered in the light. The soft ivory of the fabric contrasted with my pale skin, making me feel ethereal, like a vision come to life. The corset hugged my figure, pulling me in just enough, while the long train cascaded behind me like a veil of silk. My heart raced, not from nerves but from exciteme

“Wear something beautiful tonight, I’m taking my future wife somewhere special. My heart melted. Every single time he calls me his future wife my whole body reacts. I quickly replied. You really enjoy me being nervous. And his reply came fast. I enjoy making you mine. I dropped the phone on my chest. “Oh my God!” “One day this man will kill me with romance.” —— Across the city, Clara sat quietly inside a small restaurant. She stirred her drink slowly while staring at the phone in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the contact she saved in her phone. Adrain Vale. She remembered the exact moment she copied his number from Elena’s phone the previous night, pretending to make a call.

“Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.” Victor made a weak gurgle, his hand twitching on the table. I reached for him again. “Victor, just hold on for a bit. Please.” The waitress pulled a gun from under her apron, pointing it straight at my chest. “Now you get to join him. No more questions. No more digging. The Swan sends her regards, DeLorenzo.” I slowly reached for my gun, she noticed. “Wait, don’t...” She fired without another word.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

"The Eastern Ridge bows to your victory at the river. But we did not come merely to drink your wine. We came to reclaim what was stolen by the chaos of the Pulse." I narrow my amethyst eyes, my hand tightening on the obsidian armrest of my seat. "The Eastern Ridge has no assets inside these walls, Alpha Vance." "Not an asset, my Queen. A promise," Vance says, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. He reaches into his tunic, pulling out a small, ceremonial scroll bound with a dried ribbon of dark, oxidized blood. He holds it high for the entire assembly to see. "Before the towers fell and the grid went dark, a sacred blood-vow was struck between the House of Vance and the elders of the Fi