Corpse Husband Novels & Stories

He wouldn’t like it, but there was nothing he could do about it. “We don’t have a traditional marriage… I’ll just leave it at that.” She took a long sip like she was purposely trying to drink in an effort to dissociate herself from reality. “You should go. He’ll be here any minute, and I’ll have a difficult time explaining why your hand is on my thigh.” “Who is he?” “A business associate. Sometimes my husband has me do these deals for him. Says I can be persuasive…”

"Mr. Ferguson, I need you to confirm whether the deceased we have here is your wife." Harvey's face instantly took on a ghastly expression. "What do you mean deceased?" "Danica Reed." His pupils abruptly shrank. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face. "Ha! Are you also teaming up with her to play a prank on me? She really can't bear to divorce me, can she? That's why she wants to use death as an excuse to drag it on." One of the police officers present, Peter Jenkins, slapped Harvey angrily. "You bastard! What did you say?"

But underground, in the shadows, everything is quietly rotting. Our bodies—are rotting too. My wife and I both began to notice it— a strange fatigue and pain, gnawing day after day. At first, we thought it was grief or exhaustion, but eventually even breathing felt heavy. Maybe… we were too close to that thing, too many times. After Celesta destroyed the Grail, Edgar predictably refused to accept it. He had his men comb the ruins of the factory for days. We watched him in secret.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

Chapter 168 - Arrested. Mr. Yuka's face quickly transformed from confusion to clarity as realization dawned on him. His eyes almost fell out of their sockets as he saw the replay of his abomination in years past. The moment when he had beaten up his wife to death. His face turned red immediately. "What is this? What is going on?" He exclaimed, turning from me to the audience before fixing his gaze back on the screen. His head whipped toward me. "Turn this off, now!" He screamed hysterically.

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.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

‘This man here is pretty handsome, but still less compared to me…’ That was just how confident and cocky Alex was. However, the Corpse King’s daughter was actually a corpse. Alex couldn’t imagine how they both would embrace and make out. It was a terrifying thought. He saw the man’s mouth twitching in disgust. The man even seemed to shudder, like shivering after coming out of a bath in cold, bitter winter. His heart couldn’t handle it. The man said, “Don’t say something so foolish; this isn’t your choice to make.” The woman sneered and frowned. “You ate my Spiritual Corpse Bead, so you are, in fact, my husband. And no one in the universe can change this, am I not right?”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”