El Cadáver Dela Novia Novels & Stories

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.

After confirming the location, they hurried over as fast as they could. However, they still arrived too late. By the time they reached the riverbank, there was only a single corpse lying there. It was Kennedy. Natalie instinctively turned her face aside. Under the pale moonlight, her profile looked unusually cold. “Kade killed her.” “They wouldn’t leave behind such a dangerous loose end.” Samuel let out a quiet sigh. Natalie closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again. A sharp killing intent filled her gaze.

- In the cemetery. I frantically tried to dig out the tombstone with my hands. My fingers were covered in blood and bent at weird angles. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. Rocks and debris flew everywhere. My mother's tombstone shattered into pieces. The urn buried deep underground also exploded. Watching the ashes flying everywhere, my heart died. Then, a sudden wave of heat hit me, and darkness engulfed my vision... - Cade didn't stay to eat Summer's birthday cake. Instead, he went to the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers.

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.."

Elsa asked and Adrian looked at her blankly then looked away like he was trying to recall "Nina.." Adrian replied "Then were is she now?" Elsa asked "I don't know..she left." Adrian said and looked back at his work "Your uncle Scot and stepmum Hareite are dead" Elsa said and he froze "What do you mean dead..i talked to them..2days ago" He said "Well..Mr Scot died trying to kill you while Hareite was murdered by him and Nina" Elsa said "Billie.." Adrian said and Elsa opened her eyes wide

Stefan said. In front of them Eliza’s grave was all decorated with white fresh roses. “Today six years ago she died. Today six years ago we were getting married but she killed her. That woman killed the most precious thing in my life.” Once again, Fernanda’s heart filled with hate. Stefan was talking about her.

I studied his lifeless body before kicking him down and watching as his body fell into the river with a satisfied splash. "Something needed to be done," Cady replied, her voice a steady flame. She did not take her eyes off of me. "Why would you let the pack think that you were dead? They had a funeral and everything for you, Craig. Is this so you could be together, you and Carolina?" She looked from me to Carolina accusingly.