Haunted Mansion Beating Heart Bride Novels & Stories

If my heart could beat, it would be pounding against my ribcage. “Who are you kidding, Maxwell. You come in here and blame me for your bride’s trust issues. You can fool others. Hell, even she can fool others, but not me. I know she doesn’t love you, although she might start to realize now that she might. You can thank me later for that, but she’s not willing to die for you. With one look at her I know she’s repulsed by vampires. After everything that’s happened in the past you think you would learn to pick a girl who loves what you are not despises it. We all know that doesn’t end well.”

The low, interrupting thuds of the steps were enough to draw everyone's attention towards the entrance, including the bride. Ayla steadied her breath and turned around to look over her shoulder. She couldn't pinpoint why, but she was starting to get nervous. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead. Every last huff of air which left through her parted lips followed her erratic heartbeats.

Unable to resist her contagious excitement, Richard caught her waist and pulled her into a passionate kiss, sealing their commitment and embracing the future that awaited them. Annabelle hid under her bed, her body trembling with fear. Dozens of missed calls from Linc flashed on her silenced phone's screen. The room grew eerily quiet, until the screen flickered to life once again, displaying yet another call from Linc. She couldn't muster the courage to answer. Her heart pounded in her chest with each passing second, escalating with the sound of the front door swinging open. Panic coursed through her veins as she cursed herself for forgetting to change the pin on the lock.

“It really does look like a bridal decoration.” Suddenly, three words crawl through my mind; “The Dancing Bride.” Why would the Ayutthaya mansion have an arched entryway in their dungeon? And an entryway fit for a bride? Who is this bride? Is she Bhyron’s dancing bride? Why are they so obsessed with a faceless bride? My brain is still conjuring scenarios when a strange sound suddenly pierces the air. I freeze. We both freeze. Zuri whispers something but I can barely hear her above the sound of my raging heartbeat;

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

It only subsided when he got off her, and her heavy breathing was heard all over the room. Her heartbeat thudded against her chest with her eyes shut, she was trying so hard to minimize the rates of her heartbeats because of how fast they sounded. Meanwhile, as Don stood up from her, he pulled down his pants along with his brief and his rod sprang out. It was already at its full length, ready for action. Lillian wondered what he was doing when she heard just rustling sounds from his belt and clothes, opening her eyes to see what was happening around her, a loud gasp left her lips as her eyes widened with surprise.

She followed him obediently while he walked her toward the front of the platform to display her before the crowd. “Tonight, I take this woman as my bride. She will spend eternity at my side.” he bellowed for all the room to hear. He ripped Ping’s dress front, baring her tender skin, and sunk his long fangs deep into her breast over her heart. Even in her drug induced state, she was aware of what was occurring and her screams pierced the air.

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”