Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man, The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

Anastasia said, her voice turning flat and formal. "I am your surrogate bride to satisfy your family’s inheritance requirements." She took a step back into the bathroom doorway. "If last night is what you required to fulfill my role as your surrogate bride, then we can consider it part of the contract. But it will not happen again." The words made my chest feel cold. She was turning the night we shared into a business transaction. She was so afraid of being hurt again that she preferred to treat herself as a contract worker. I stopped walking, leaving several feet of space between us.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

In the earlier years, Edward's business had flourished and expanded steadily. But one night, after a drunken encounter, Sethian was born. Edward, who prided himself on being a devoted husband and father, couldn't let such a scandal come to light, so he kept Sethian hidden away. However, Sethian's mother, Gianna Westbrook, was no easy opponent. She had frequently provoked Sebastian's mother, Helena Scott. With the stress of her work and her own health issues, Helena had passed away. After that, Gianna wasted no time trying to take Helena's place in the Lockwood family.

“Later, my grandfather came and knelt in front of my brother to threaten him with his life. Only then did my brother somewhat yield and was willing to substitute the ghost bride for another bride during the formal wedding.” Rose was astonished and petrified. Seven years ago, the plan she had hatched for Jay was still vivid in her mind. “I’m truly sorry, Sir Ares. Your bride had run into an accident and she might not be able to fulfill her bridal duty today.” Jay glanced at her, almost without any hesitation. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do. Put on the veil and remember that you’re not allowed to lift it during the wedding.” She put her veil on and realized that

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

As in the literal and figurative meaning of ‘Money is Water- Money Na Water’ . This is what they buy with blood money, she thought, a bitter taste in her mouth. “Charon!,” Hades instructed, his voice low and commanding, his eyes scanning the clear space. “No surprises from Gregory. Make sure he’s nowhere near this event. And keep making calls. Everyone, far and wide. Those who haven’t gotten their invite should get one. The wedding is impromptu, yes, but attendance is of great importance. It’s a Vancouver wedding. The ceremony is at 5 PM.”

“You’re glowing, my lady.” Maria stepped back and clapped softly. “She’s ready.” I stood, fully dressed and prepared. The silk of the dress swayed with every movement, the dark embroidery catching glints of light like constellations on midnight fabric. The maids stood around me, admiring the transformation. “You look like the goddess of the night,” Giovanni whispered in awe. “She’s not just a bride tonight,” Grace said proudly. “She’s the Queen of the Underworld.” They all laughed, and I laughed with them. It felt good—this moment of light before walking into the world of shadows.

Lucianne’s thumb stroked the back of his small hand, and the sensation comforted him. The bridesmaids emerged in a mix of vampires, hybrids, wolves and lycans before Gerella finally came into view. Toby’s eyes shone as he sighed in happiness at the sight of his beautiful bride in the white, lace dress that hugged her figure with a bouquet of gardenias in her hands.