Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

Like a normal human being my first instinct was to cover my eyes with my left hand because of sudden wave of light that I wasn’t ready for. Couple of seconds later I knitted my eyebrow and slowly lowered my hand and peeked through, I saw a slender fingered young women standing in door frame weaning a royal pure golden colored hand stitched gown, her honey blonde hair were neatly tied up on her head in bun while her face looked young oval shape face looked enchanting, a feather like smile was playing on her tainted red lips however what disturbed me most was when I saw a young human fetus blue colored ghost clinging to her left foot from behind while around four male ghost and three female gh

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting elegant patterns of light across the room. "Oops, I have never seen such a lavishly grand New Year party." Alice said, observing the guests. As guests arrive, they are greeted by a red carpet entrance lined with graceful attendants. They dressed elegantly with elaborate masks that concealed their identities, adding an air of intrigue and mystique. "Why?" Andrew leaned into Alice's ears and asked "To be frank, I'm not a fan of social gatherings or celebrations. At the onset of my career, I attended a few times out of courtesy for the host. But eventually, I began opting for out-of-town trips during occasions like this."

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Zed started by telling me how they saw a goddess that has a shrine and because of greed and fortunes inside the forest, could you all believe that Ghost made a promise to the goddess and told her that he will offer human sacrifice to her so that Aphrodite will grant him his desires Hearing this statement, the whole guards all began to murmur and some were saying that Ghost is a fucking wicked soul and is very heartless while some are on the option of why will he be bullying people and why will he be tormenting people as well, he likes feeling himself and I like the way he was killed as well. Junus was already looking weak and tired because he had been standing for a very long time and tellin

I screamed as the firelight drenched them, revealing transparent skeletons instead of their elegant silhouettes, dressed in tattered shrouds like grave-bound corpses. Without warning, Corpseboy grabbed an apple and shoved it into my mouth. I bit down reflexively. As its juices drenched my mouth, the skeletons became flesh, their rags turning into clothes. I was confronted by a whole retinue of noble-looking men and women dressed in elegant gowns and old-fashioned suits, eying me with disdain. Corpseboy, oblivious to their disapproval, grinned widely. “See, Callie? Nothing to be afraid of. Now come along or the tea will grow cold.” “They're dead,” I whispered in horror.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

The host enthusiastically delivered the opening speech on stage, and the guests all took their seats to wait for the wedding to begin. Everything went smoothly until it was time for us to make our vows. I was about to say "I do" when suddenly a sharp shout came from outside the door. "No, I object!" For a moment, everyone was stunned as they turned their heads to look at the door. I looked over and saw Lana standing there with red and swollen eyes and disheveled hair, looking completely distraught.

“You two will be mingling with the living in no time. Maybe even paying rent like the rest of us miserable humans.” Echo’s eyes sparkled. “How? How exactly is this supposed to happen?” I leaned back smugly. “Well, remember when we tried that whole possessing dead bodies experiment?” Her nose scrunched. “Yes, and it didn’t work. We tried so many dead bodies.” “Right,” I said, pointing at her. “That’s because we missed something vital.” Adrian hovered closer, curious. “And what’s that?” “Three things,” I said, raising my fingers. “One... the body has to be the same gender as the ghost taking over. Two... it has to be roughly the same age range. And three... this is the most important... it has