Corpse Husband Rings Novels & Stories

he chuckled, getting a laugh and head shakes from the crowd as he slips his rose gold ring on her finger to finish the stack. Riko chuckled, shaking her head but was smiling because she gets it. This is Forrest, and even for his vows, he was going to make it fun. “I, Riko Ayane Frost, take you, Forrest Winston Frost, to be my husband, in sickness and in health, until death do we part, or you turn into a zombie. Because then we’re going to have to start seeing other people.” Riko teased right back as she slipped his ring on his finger. He laughed as he pulled her into a kiss.

Kelvin's friends approached with a young woman. Kelvin rushed to her side, concerned. "All done. I told you to wait for me. Why did you come out so quickly?" The woman looked pale and glared at me suspiciously. "Who's that?" Kelvin's friend William Henderson leaned in. "Oh, that's Hannah, the jinx." "Got her husband killed after just one year of marriage. Hey, where's your baby? Did you get it killed too?" I slapped William across the face. I didn't care about Kelvin being dead or alive, but cursing my baby? I'd slap him to death!

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

How could a normal person possibly be able to endure a decade of marriage without sex? Yet, I had somehow managed it for the past ten years. "Melanie, you must really love my son a lot. If you're willing to start over with Simon, I'll make you my successor. How about that?" Sader Corporation's market value was over billions of dollars. Anyone would be swayed if they had been offered such a huge temptation. Nonetheless, I refused. "Joining Sader Corporation was the condition you proposed for me to be able to marry Simon back then. In truth, I don't like working there as it makes me feel uncomfortable."

What do you wish for when the thing you want is already slipping through your fingers? I wished I wouldn't die. I wished I'd get pregnant. I wished he'd cut her off. Would any of it come true? Doubt it. My birthday was already over. Then a ringtone cut through the silence. I flinched, eyes flying open. Matthew looked like he'd just been caught cheating on a test—fumbling to hang up before I could see. I raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you answering?" He panicked. Obviously. It wasn't just some random ringtone—it was a custom one. Soft, girly, humming some love song like a lullaby.

His eyes flare for a moment, but then he intertwines our fingers, sealing the action. “Holding hands?” Genevive’s voice cuts through our little bubble like a knife. “And yet, I don’t see any ring on either hand. Why?” Fuck. I’d completely forgotten about rings. When I turn to him, he shakes his head slightly, using his free hand to run a hand through his hair. He forgot as well. “We’re getting them custom made,” I blurt out, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “You can’t blame a girl for having a husband who wants the best for her, can you?”

The bodyguards surged forward instantly, crowding around me to check my injuries. One of their voices trembled as he reported, “Ms. Gates, his left ring finger has been completely crushed at the base. Luckily, it hasn’t been long, so it can still be reattached. An ambulance is already on the way.” The room erupted. Gasps filled the air as every eye turned toward me, barely clinging to life. “What? He really is the husband Valerie’s been hiding for the past three years? And that ring… It really was the Eternal Heart?”

It was a ring unlike any other—crafted with rare stones mined from the mountains of their homeland, each facet a testament to his unyielding love. He slipped the ring onto her frozen finger, his hand trembling. “You are mine,” he said, voice steady but heavy with pain. “In life and in death. I will marry you again, my Arla-Rosa. And I swear on this ring that I will find those who did this to you, those who stole you from me. I will make them pay, with fire and with blood.” No one questioned him. Cedric Fleming was a force to be reckoned with, gloomy, relentless, unstoppable. His grief had transformed into a dark storm that swept through the halls of power and shadow alike. The wedding ceremo

We made an oath on the altar of paper money before I unlocked the dowry chest, signifying that we embraced our new roles as husband and wife. Specifically, the breasts. Similar to a jewelry box. Molten gold plating, decorated with blue gems. The symbol of the Seventh House was displayed on the lock plate. The box was the first thing I explored. Something metallic with two rings fastened around it was visible to me. Locked. "You will need that," he boomed as he picked up the necklace and turned me around so that he could have me wear it. By that point, I had stopped talking altogether. My slow and painful death march began with this wedding. Not that anyone should have been happy about it any

My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation. In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well. Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"