El Cadáver Dela Novia Novels & Stories

“Tell me it’s not true.” Silence. Adrian stood in the doorway, pale as chalk. His hands were empty, but his eyes weren’t. They carried the truth he couldn’t say. The hallway outside my bridal suite pulsed with chaos. Heavy footsteps, rushed voices, men barking orders, my father’s voice slicing through the noise downstairs. But no one answered me. Because it was true. Angelo Moretti, the man I was supposed to marry in two hours, was dead. Shot in the head. Shot in the stomach. Left in his car like a goddamn warning. Like a message written in blood and bone.

The name still brought a wave of anger and protectiveness crashing over me. The news continued, a grim recitation of facts. "Police say Caldwell ended his life by ingesting a silver cleaner. He left a note confessing to the assault on Mr. Adrian Gabriel Raines and to the murder of Sandra Lewis, his former girlfriend. The note also revealed the location where he buried Miss Lewis' body. Police have recovered the body and are working to return her to her family for a proper burial." The words swam before my eyes. Jace was dead. He confessed. Sandra… they found Sandra.

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her. The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man. Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously. "Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away." I smile

Beside him stood a cemetery worker in worn boots, his hands shaking slightly as he held a shovel. “Boss,” James said quietly. “It’s here. Adrianna Rodriguez grave number 47.” Damien walked forward slowly, boots sinking into the wet soil. His breath was visible in the cold air. He stopped in front of the grave, staring at the marble headstone engraved with her name: Adrianna Rodriguez Beloved Daughter & Fiancée Gone but never forgotten. Damien’s voice was low. “Gone but never forgotten… and yet she was never gone, was she?”

He let his mind drift through old memories. The next day, dressed in nothing but a white dress shirt and black slacks, Cole was finally discovered by the cemetery's security staff. His face had gone dark from the cold, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Snow drifted down from the sky in thin, scattered flakes. Cole had frozen to death. He'd died at the side of the grave marked, "In loving memory of Isabel Cavendish, my beloved wife."

Their fingers had been flayed, and their faces and bodies were covered in knife scars. Their lives ended with two gunshots, and Vivian watched them die. … On a bright, sunny afternoon, Vivian donated her entire fortune and committed suicide by ingesting poison on my deathbed. In her last moments, she seemed to vaguely see me, as well as Callum and Rhiannon, who were holding Brianna's hands. We were waving to her. "It's time to come home, Vivian."

Unless Alejandro gives an OK all intruders will be shot on site. I read in the tabloids about our deaths. It stated: Family and Friends mourn death of Billionaire Mogul and Beautiful Wife. In the early hours of July twelfth twenty two Billionaire Mogul Alejandro Elsalvador King and his wife Katarina Sofia King’s bodies were found off a cliff in their car where the couple had last been seen getting into while leaving Geraldi’s Italian Restaurant. Due to the severity of the bodies that were burned beyond recognition, dental records revealed that the bodies were indeed that of Alejandro and Katarina King. A candle light visual will be held in remembrance of them.

Selena scoffed. “This way, Magister,” one of the men, beckoned to us. We followed him to the back of the old church to the overgrown ancient graveyard. Among overturned gravestones and covered by a light blanket of snow, lay Aldine’s body. Her throat was ripped out. Hunter squeezed my hand he held. It was hard for me to see her this way, discarded like some useless plaything. The younger sister of Selena approached her, “It’s good to see you, Selena.”

She probably thought she'd come back to continue but she never did. Curiosity creeps into my mind and a question lingers in my mind. “Caden, how did she-” “Die?” “Well I was going to say pass away” “Both are the same thing” he says coming closer, hands in his pockets. He lowers his head for a second then raises it up with a little frown. “A fire” he says “she was burned alive before my very eyes” I cover my mouth in horror. “Oh my goodness I'm so sorry”

On Valentine's Day, I died at the spot where Henry Cadden and I once pledged our love. I was hit in the head by a falling cabin from the Ferris wheel. Two lives were lost in an instant. And where was my husband? He was in the very same cabin that had just killed me, locked in an embrace and kissing Sophie Lloyd at that last second when it dropped. "Mr. Cadden, if I hadn't moved so much, would she still be..." I hovered above, watching Sophie as she pressed herself tightly against him. Her voice was tinged with guilt as though she really felt sorry.