Corpse Husband Novels & Stories

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

"Let's talk and come to an agreement...you cannot destroy the hopes of this country...even your mother sacrificed herself for the crown, do you want to make everything she did in vain?" "Prince Salvatore, how good that you are here, I don't know if you don't know what is happening or if you are a participant in this plot against my legitimate wife," my husband spoke firmly, so that everyone murmured with a surprised expression. "You are mistaken, Mr. Goldman, I am the lawful husband of Princess Lynda Skarosky. The whole country witnessed our marriage a few days ago. What are you trying to do with this lie?" the man said, looking at him with contempt. "You were married, to Lynnet Johnson, a w

He winked at her with a playful smirk. "And why would I believe you? Why would my husband ask someone like you to pick me up? What is the proof?" His smirk widened and his pupils dilated, Lily noticed and got goosebumps the second she did. “Someone like me? What does that exactly mean sweetheart?" His hand brushed a strand out of Lily's face. She flinched and moved back, the man held her thighs and pulled her towards him. "I don't give a damn if you believe me or not, that is not my job, but I feel too sorry for you, imagine having a husband who sells you to a mafia for a week to enjoy with his side chick. Doesn't that sound pitiful ?"

The case happened on July 10 in a sunflower field, the person who discovered the victim's body was the victim's husband, Harding Jocelyn. This is the husband and wife's sunflower farm, they are sloppy farmers who have lived on this land for a long time, but now when the husband finds out that his wife has been killed and her body is stuffed into the scarecrow, causing her husband to be heartbroken.

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

I was admitted to Tenebris University, and after graduation I joined your father's company and met you again. "In the end, we even fell in love and got married. You and I managed the company side by side and even had a child together. Those memories feel so vivid that they blur the line between dream and reality for me. How could the beautiful future I dreamed of turn out to be the complete opposite of reality?" Queenie started to break down, her shoulders trembling. She buried her face in her hands and wailed. "Why did this happen? Why did things end up this way?"

I had to keep my promise. “What's happening?” Amos exclaimed. I immediately turned toward the television. What I saw made me jump to my feet. The man claiming to be the husband of the woman Collins intended to marry was speaking live on television. “People of this country, Mr. Collins, the heir to Hart Conglomerate, couldn't find anyone else to marry, so he stole my wife. This is an abuse of power. I have proof that she is my wife. Look at this.” Just as he had done at the hospital, he reached for his wallet.

His hands which were resting on my hips behind came forward and removed my palm from my mouth. Reducing the gap he said against my lips, "you are to innocent to act bold... You know that?" He said in a thick voice as his pupils darkened with desire. "I'm not acting bold. This is me. Moreover, we are married. Its normal between husband and wife." I shrugged trying to act confident as if it wasn’t a big deal to lay my hands on that forbidden part of his body though I was mortified beyond thought. He gave a throaty chuckle hearing and within a second I was flipped on the empty space of the couch with him on top of me. Before I could react, he grabbed both my wrist and pinned them above my head

My body flies out of the bed as tears sting my eyes. No. This can’t be. There is no way the man I married only a few hours ago is lying lifeless on the bed on which I laid with him. Johnathan is lying shirtless with blood spilling out of his open, soulless eyes. A similar crimson trail flows from his lips, ears, and nose. I have heard of this. This is how those infected by an omega die. I can’t believe it; I killed my own husband! My chest fills tighter as a sob erupts from my throat.