Romans & histoires El Cadáver Dela Novia

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.

The wedding dress was also stained with dried blood from the chest to the hem, completely crumpled and wrinkled. Giusto stared at the face for a very long time. Then, he covered the corpse with the cloth again and took a few steps back. "That's not her," he said, his voice shaky. "This can't possibly be her. How could Carlotta have died in her own house? We were all here! How could we possibly not have known it if she was locked up in the basement?" Mamma woke up just then and nodded with him. "That's right… It has to be someone else. Carlotta must have found a substitute to die in her place! She's just doing this to escape punishment!"

He crunches his face for a moment before his eyes turn sharp in anticipation. Inside the coffin lies a woman holding onto a bouquet of red roses, dressed in a white fitted wedding gown and with closed eyes. Her hair was the color of a pitch black void, with porcelain white skin and pale purple lips that screamed undead. "Amor," he calls out, and in a moment, the woman opens her eyes as though she was the dead that came back to life. Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man,

She would never want anyone to lose their life because of her. She had given her body and soul for the sake of others. If she were still alive, she would never agree to him doing this to Cassidy. The moment this thought formed in Zayn's mind, all strength was drained from his body. But he was unwilling to let this go. Cassidy had lied to him and stolen everything that rightfully belonged to Cadence. At her deathbed, Cadence had simply signed the divorce papers and disappeared from his life. She didn't even bid him one last farewell.

~THE NEXT MORNING~ Candela dropped an ice rose on Jeremy’s grave. She dug the grave with her own hands and buried her husband herself, as no one would agree to help her. She stared silently at the snow; her eyes looked lifeless, and her hair was a mess. As she reminisced about happy moments with Jeremy, a teardrop rolled out of her right eye. Marie and her sisters walked out of the igloo and walked to their mother’s side. Marie hugged her mother and buried her face in her chest, crying profusely.

she said before walking away leaving the living room and going up the stairs. Rosalie watched as Marilyn left before looking back at Louis, who sat perfectly still staring at the newspaper on the table in front of him. Rosalie frowned as she looked at him before looking closely at the newspaper. Her blood suddenly went cold as she looked at the old newspaper and its headlines on the front. SUSPICIOUS CRASH: CASSANDRA GRACIA DEAD AT THE SCENE “You should go, my wife hates to wait,” he mumbled, startling Rosalie as she nodded before rushing upstairs and looking back to find Louis on his feet staring at her.

However, I was sneering internally. And with that, Mark “died”. I pinched my thigh hard, and soon the tears started flowing. “Mark, please don’t leave me! What am I supposed to do now?” I wailed loudly and drew the attention of everyone around us. Curious onlookers gathered to see what had happened. Just like in my previous life, the “kind stranger” stepped forward. “Goodness, you killed your husband with poison! Why don’t you go down the mountain to seek help? I’ll watch his body for you.”

He hid in the shadow of the gravestone, watching Julian clutch her ashes and sob uncontrollably. But he didn't even have the right to step forward and leave a single flower. Selena's final wish had been clear. "I don't allow that werewolf to appear at my grave. I will not have him stain my path into the next life." Less than a week later, Julian, unable to bear the loss of his wife, passed away as well. They were buried together. Cade remained alone in the world. The endless years stripped away all his love and hatred. All that remained was boundless regret and solitude.

“You think I don’t know about you and Claudia? “You faked your death to be with her. Now that things aren’t going well, you come crying to me. I don’t take back trash. My husband, Hank, is dead. I don’t care who you are.” “H-How did you find out?” I let out a snicker and hung up. Three days later, Hank opened the file for the DNA report live online. He was at a loss for words when his gaze fell on the result.