Emily Corpse Bride Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Like, brunch is halfway over and they’ve started gossiping without me late. Callie’s already sipping on her third mimosa, wearing a silver glittery romper and shoer leather boots. Her oversized sunglasses take up half her face and she looks like a fabulous alien. Emily, in contrast, is in an oversized linen blouse that could double as a curtain, old Converse, and a paint-smudged bun that makes her look like she’s fresh out of an art warzone. Her earrings don’t match. Probably on purpose. And me? I show up in my butter-yellow sundress, Coach sunglasses (yes, the bougie ones I only wear to trick people into thinking I’m emotionally stable), and kitten heels that are way too cute for how trashy

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.

I waved at them and they waved back, Emma smiling cheerfully. The first auditionee was one of the high school students and very fashionably goth. Today she’d gone for the corpse bride look—black lace gown, long black hair, dead white makeup, heavy black eyeliner. She swept to her mark and gracefully extended a slender arm, pointing at Matthew. Who made a note on his tablet. “Thanks, Elfreda, we’ll get back to you,” he said with a smile. She smiled back, completely ruining her spooky goth vibe.

was the concept. Emily sent a picture of herself wearing a short purple fitted jumpsuit gown, paired with white sneakers. Lily's eyes widened in surprise—she had never seen Emily dress like this before. Emily's slim waist stood out, and her straight brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving two strands framing her face, making her look absolutely stunning. Sarah also sent a mirror snap of herself. She was wearing a red sleeveless crop top with black shorts and black boots. Her dark brown curly hair cascaded down, making her as hot as ever.

He skidded off, gigglish away and saying something about how his mom was a late comer . Emily repacked her hair tightly , as if locking back all her feelings inside the hair . She put on a dangling silver earring that had a little diamond stuck in it lower part . She sprayed some perfumed and stared at her reflection in the mirror . And nodded satisfied Yes ! She looked mature and sophisticated. And she smells rich. She got downstairs and met Mariah and Zeke taking pictures. Zeke was standing on the white Ferrari and Mariah was the photographer. "Yeah yeah good . Yeah ! Another pose . " Mariah kept repeating not knowing that Emily is already watching them .

Why’s this one not rotting? Vampire drained, he supplies. Looks like she’s the only one. Can you handle her while I keep clearing the path for your parents? Yeah, go. “I never thought I’d see you again,” the corpse tries to coo over dry and rasping vocal cords. A grim and twisted reflection of life, she has what were once large blue eyes and dark brown hair, cut in a style not dissimilar to Ellie’s. Shuffling towards me with a broken leg and a grotesque chunk of flesh dangling off her rib cage, she resembles nothing more than an extra from night of the living dead. A chunk of her cheek has rotted away on one side of her face, her yellowed teeth visible through it and as Sean pointed out, I s

She told me and I turned to her immediately. It was as I I was possessed by a flash spirit. "How is that?" I inquire. "There is this thing called "Artificial Face mask" not that expensive like a surgery, tomorrow morning we will get one for you." She explained and my eyes widened in surprise. "Really? So what does this artificial face mask looks like?" I questioned. "It looks just like a human face, mostly use in impersonating people." She explained. Damn, I felt like it should be morning already.

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

I was told it was customary that the father of the bride and the King of the immortals gives away the bride if he is part of the family. As Emily began to walk down the aisle a tear of happiness for my friend slid down my cheek. Emily had to have been the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. Her dress was one of a kind and it was form fitting and showed off every curve of her body as the top was made like a corset that was lined with thin sheer material and lace to cover the spots that were to be kept between husband and wife.

However, the reality was different, and she had to accept the pain, even on the first day of their marriage. Calvin stood frozen in place, observing Emily's neatly arranged attire. She had chosen a simple outfit, much like when they first met: long jeans paired with a t-shirt that displayed her well-toned physique. To Calvin, Emily's body was too plump for his ideal woman. His gaze then shifted to the backpack on the bed, and once again, he fixed his intense gaze on Emily, who was sitting in front of the dressing table. From behind the mirror, Emily was seen applying soft pink lipstick to her lips, leaving her straight, shoulder-length hair to cascade beautifully.