El Cadáver Dela Novia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The guards looked at Cade, and after getting a nod, they stepped aside. I stopped in front of Damien, looking down at the man kneeling on the ground. He looked up at me, his eyes full of a desperate, flickering hope. "Elena, please..." He reached out a shaking hand, trying to grab the hem of my wedding dress. "Damien," my voice was as calm as still water. "I’m not lying to you. The Elena who loved you really is dead. You killed her with your own hands." Damien’s eyes went wide, filled with pain and confusion.

she says. “ That has to come special, I want our wedding night to be special, I want to undress you in front of the mirror, take you to bed, make you feel like a queen “ he says as he moves his fingers in and out, the pleasure had taken over Evelyn that she didn’t even hear every of what her husband was saying to her. Evelyn mom and her father stood discussing. “ By this time of Wednesday the news of her death would fill the headlines” her mother says.

But as Caitlin rounded the corner, she saw that it was just not meant to be. There, lying among the field of corpses, flat on his back, eyes wide open and staring at the sky, was her husband. Caleb. Dead. Caitlin felt all the wind knocked out of her. She dropped to her knees, in shock. At that moment, everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever hoped for in the world disappeared. She sank to her knees, in the dirt, far from him, already suffering, holding her head in her hands. She couldn’t bear to get any closer.

"Dead. Cremated. Gone. Just like that." "Confirmed," Adrian replied, slouched on the velvet sofa with his tie loosened, eyes fixed on the flat-screen TV showing a still image of Nirvana Castillo beneath the grim headline: Heiress Confirmed Dead in Tragic Accident. Siara laughed. Loud. Unrestrained. "Finally! God, I thought she was going to haunt us forever." Adrian gave a half-smile. "Don’t get too cocky. It wasn’t us who did it. Atleast if anybody asked.."

The shock-driven Drusilla asks as she pushes Neon’s barricade for an arm away from her as she steps forward, not minding the angry woman who’s willing to take the opportunity to rip out her hair. "Don't act like you didn't know. That wicked thing you call a husband killed my daughter." She tells her, dangling in the air, thanks to her husband's restraints. "Her body was never found, she must be alive,” Neon explains. Peter sighs, "my boy, when would you learn to accept that?" "Because I know my wife, father, she's not a quitter,” Neon roars fuming with anger, his veins thumping and his face red from anger.

Anastasia's hands, lifted Emily, and placed her in the coffin. "Gran, cry a little; your heart will be lighter," Esen said. Ms. Anastasia gave her a look and then blankly watched Emily's coffin go. She picked up the birthday cake lying next to her and began to eat it. "Didn't Lowell come?" John asked. Aydin looked at the room full of people but didn't see him anywhere. He was surprised that his girlfriend was dead here, but he didn't even come to say his last goodbye. He muttered angrily.

—Lena— As earlier discussed, we each piled ourselves into two cars, Killian and Lachlan were currently loading Mariana's coffin into the boot of the SUV. My mind was all over the place, I don't think it has settled since everything that has happened, from my sister been brutally murdered to finding out my daughter was still alive after believing that she was dead all these years and the person behind all this, is the one guy in my life that I actually loved and was close to getting married to.

A strange lightness enveloped my body, such that I felt as I was floating in the air. By the time I came back to my senses, I was already standing in the center of the living room. I could see Caleb still raining down punches upon me like a madman, devoid of rationale. That wasn't all—I could also see my corpse underneath him, blood spattering all over my face. Caleb didn't seem to notice that I was already dead. It was quite strange to watch myself getting beaten up from a third point of view. Oddly enough, I didn't feel an ounce of anger or sadness. Perhaps, ever since I agreed to marry Caleb in Cindy's place, I had been waiting for this day.

One of them, a female to be precise walked up to the altar as she opened the coffin. The body which laid in it was one which was expected to have disintegrated across the four year gap. The body was a female's and her skin was still smooth. They unveiled the body by removing the white cover and as the face was unveiled, it was seen to be one who was once part of the mission to save the world from the threats of Hades, it was seen to be Silva, the betrothed of King Butt of the fallen realm, Eregdrix. The lady who was before the coffin took out a knife as she slit the wrist of the dead body of Silva.

They all gathered around the center table where Nadia saw the coffin with the lid wide opened. Nadia approached toward there. Her heart thumping slightly. She walked past the crowd and that's when she heard Leonora's cries. Nadia reached the front and saw Leonora crying in front of the coffin. A few women were holding her shoulders and trying to comfort her. Nadia then stared at the coffin and her heart dropped to her stomach once she saw her uncle's lifeless body in the casket. He looked so peaceful and handsome in the black suit. His grey hairs didn't seem to appear at all and his face was glowing like he wasn't even dead, but rather in a deep sleep.