Corpse Bride Vows Full Novels & Stories

She was here and I shouldn't be thinking of someone else but her. I couldn't make a wedding vow for Andrea. It would be a lie for me to vow forever to her so we just repeat the traditional wedding vow the priest stated. I need to be present for her. I owe her this much. I captured her lips after the priest asked me to kiss the bride. I am fucking losing my mind. We had our pictures taken and everyone congratulated us. I smiled and made sure to thank them. But every time I look at Andrea, I see Roxy in the white dress I got for her. Roxy was smiling at me sweetly.

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

A promise written in blood. The council watches as Valentine lifts a ceremonial blade, the edge gleaming in the candlelight. He turns to me, his eyes burning. “Do you vow yourself to me, North? To walk beside me in darkness, bound in blood, bound in eternity?” I hold his gaze. “I do.” He slices his palm, dark blood welling up before he lifts the blade to me. I take it without hesitation, mirroring his actions. The moment my blood spills, he clasps my hand in his, mingling our essences, sealing our bond.

I don’t really know what happened and how I woke up to be here, but I was so sure there’s some strange connection between I and that strange pervert, even though I would hate to admit it. “I don’t know what he sees in you. You’re just some sick girl from the ghetto. Well, he promised to divorce you after some months, I can’t believe he gave out his jersey that I got him for his birthday to a low life cunt.” A low life? I scoffed shaking my head. Wait, what did she mean by divorce me? Are they playing games with me? No, I wouldn’t believe what this seemingly insane girl is saying. No, I refuse to believe I got forced into early marriage. Fuck! I’m just seventeen!

Upon hearing the question, Julia raised her head and turned her gaze in the direction of Jared, who was emerging from the bathroom. She nodded in acknowledgment and replied, "Absolutely! I've always been courteous and reciprocating. If Vivien decided to disrupt my wedding, then it's only fitting that I reciprocate and disrupt hers during her wedding." Jared had been containing his emotions for a considerable period. However, upon hearing Julia's plan, his anger reached its peak. His self-control snapped, and he forcefully pushed Julia against the wall, his glare piercing her. His chest rapidly rose and fell as if engulfed in flames.

From here, I could nearly see the tick in his jaw with every second that passed. It is obvious neither one of them wants to be here. The elder nodded to both of them. “As is tradition, the bride and groom must pledge themselves to one another, binding their spirits as one before the Goddess of the Moon.” Lola stepped forward first, her voice steady but carrying the hint of a tremor. “I, Lady Lola Aldrin, daughter of Black Forest Pack, accept you, Alpha Braden Blackwood, as my Alpha, my mate, my husband, until the Moon Goddess takes us to our resting place.” She was handed a knife and slit her palm, allowing drops of blood to drop onto the marble ground beneath them.

And the crowd cheered more, when hearing it. Brianna, who also haven’t recovered drown more in his icy stare, she was still in cloud 9 but the f*cking pastor stopped everything and asked her to vow. and taking a big gulp, she opened her mouth, saying, “Okay, Alpha. I, Brianna Jones, accept you. Jack Nicholas Burkley, the only Alpha in Burkley, to be my mate. And I vow that I will love you until, the day I stop breathing,” And that vow, managed to turn the Alpha more, because heard her calling him Alpha…

"Do you, David Park, take Avery Downs to be your wife, pledging to stand by her side through all the triumphs and trials of life? Will you cherish her, nurture her dreams, and walk beside her as an equal in every moment of this journey?" The priest’s voice echoed across the picturesque wedding venue, drawing all eyes to the groom. David’s gaze locked on Avery, his expression unreadable. The silence that followed felt suffocating, a weight pressing down on everyone as they waited for his response.

"That's not your concern. What matters is tonight there needs to be a bride, and you're the only one left." Bride? Who's getting married? "Your father made arrangements," she continued with an impatient voice. “Your father owed him money, and Valentina was part of the deal. Now she’s gone.” She took a step closer, sizing me up with her eyes. "So you'll take her place." Huh!? My stomach dropped through the floor. "Yo–u want me to mar–ry a stranger because Dad owes money?"