Emily Corpse Bride Aesthetic Novels & Stories

); beautiful Bub, who —if all went as planned—would have a brother or sister within a few years’ time; their visits to see friends for birthday parties; babysitters; news rants; wives harping at their husbands for not putting away their tools— Emily clenched the shovel. Roared. She jumped, aiming for the zombie’s head but striking its shoulder instead, snapping the collarbone. It shot its glare at her, eyes glassy and black. They didn’t blink. Emily watched its skeleton contort beneath the drum-tight pull of its skin. It looked so frail; only it wasn’t. But worst of all was the way the muscles around its mouth had drawn back in a permanent smile, revealing all those elongated teeth.

I was just stunned by the absence as I recalled my beautiful dream. What is beauty in immortality?

I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect. My bride was perfect and I was glad that I didn't reject her in the first place. I liked the way she was eating her food without thinking of being fat because humans nowadays kept cutting their food for looks which made them thin like a stick. . 'Cade', My father's angry voice roared in my ear. I sighed, realizing that he figured out that I was with my human bride. I had to talk with him and share my decision with him. .

With a mere wave of his hand, Agremon abruptly altered their surroundings to one of a cemetery. A dense fog hung around them like a shroud, and a cold darkness replaced the warmth of the soothing sunshine. Emma shuddered uncontrollably. He compelled her to stand before what appeared to be a centuries old mausoleum. With another wave, he changed their attire. He was decked out in a funereal suit, and she wore a strapless, sheer, black chiffon evening gown. As awareness finally broke through her stupor, she looked around. For a moment, she almost wanted to laugh.

Narrator’s POV— In the boutique after another long hour, Emily was tired but fortunately she tried four white dresses and two purple ones and chose one white dress which was in simple mermaid cut till her mid-thigh and then broke into soft flares. The tail was long as usual for wedding dresses! The neck was off shoulder sweetheart and had a slanting line of small silver flowers across. It looked really beautiful on Emily! The purple though was different. It had full transparent sleeves, a deep V neck and it was body hugging ankle length with a slit at one side that started from her mid-thigh. The slit was bordered with purple flowers and the whole material was very light colour and soft with

"I'm proud of the man you've become." Aiden smiled. "I learned from the best." Alex laughed. "You definitely got your mother's good looks." --- Across the hall... Emily stood in front of the mirror while Zara adjusted the veil. "You keep smiling." Emily laughed. "I can't help it." "Good." Zara stepped back to admire her work. "There." Emily looked at herself. The dress was elegant. Simple. Exactly what she'd wanted. No glitter. No dramatic train. Just timeless. A knock sounded at the door.

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

If she added a veil and a bouquet, she'd look like a bride. "Wow, Max. You sure know how to pick 'em" Emilia said holding back a laugh. God she was going to enjoy knocking her down a peg. As that nutcase started toward them, she looked up at Max to see his reaction only to find his eyes on her. "Stop pretending you're not curious. Look at her. I won't blame you" "Even in rags, you're still the most beautiful woman in my eyes. No one can ever measure up"

The fabric seemed alive, catching the lights and reflecting it in a way that made it appear as though the dress were shimmering from within. Her beauty combined with the dress didn’t need anything else. She wore a simple necklace her mother once owned, tiny diamond earrings, and minimal makeup, yet she sparkled as if the sun itself had chosen her to wear its light. The simplicity of her accessories only enhanced the brilliance of the gown and her natural features. Her hair fell elegantly, framing her face in soft waves that added to the goddess-like effect she already projected. Every movement, every step seemed calculated yet effortless, a perfect harmony of grace and fire.

Because then—she appeared. Emilia stepped into the aisle, her father at her side, and the entire garden seemed to stop breathing. Her dress was nothing short of magical—ivory silk that shimmered under the sun, fitted at the bodice with delicate lace that flowed into layers of soft tulle, trailing behind her like a cloud. A veil of the finest lace framed her face, and in her hands she carried a bouquet of white peonies and olive branches, a nod to both purity and resilience. But it wasn’t the dress that drew gasps. It was the glow in her eyes. Despite the curve of her heavily pregnant stomach, Emilia radiated a beauty untouchable by hardship—a woman in love, about to marry her anchor.