Haunted Mansion Beating Heart Bride Novels & Stories

" And before they could say anything else, the doors of the room opened up, and with the sound of heels echoing around the room, Damon’s hand gripped his chair in fear as the person from his dreams and nightmares entered the room, Brynn. Damon could hear his heartbeat loud in his ear and the sound of his heart, and he heard the loud clatter of the table because of how hard Herron had slammed it. He was in shock, and so was his son Damon, as they both looked like they had seen a ghost. Herron stood up in shock as he pointed to the gold crest heiress, who stood bravely and watched Damon and Herron. Herron stood up and pointed his index finger shakily at Brynn.

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

Not that he has seen a woman before. The only woman he was able to see is his mother and the ghost bride. His mother is very beautiful since she's a vampire. Her looks are well preserved from her youth. But this beautiful creature makes his heart seem to beat fast. He's not even sure if vampires have heartbeats. But he immediately apologizes to the beautiful woman. She seems to also stare blankly at him. Her mysterious aura makes him want to know her better. But he's not supposed to be seen by anyone.

"Please." His finger lingered for what felt like an eternity, one heartbeat stretching into another, before he finally withdrew it. I shuddered at the sudden emptiness he left behind. Rhydan turned to Fenric, then to Brammon. “She’s untouched.” Something in the air shifted. Subtle at first—I thought it was only my heartbeat pounding in my ears. But then Brammon inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring as if he could scent the ghost of me still clinging to Rhydan's hand.

Without a bit of hesitation, Kevin fired four precise shots, neutralizing the threat in the blink of an eye. His breath came in ragged gasps as he ascended to the second floor in no minutes. His heart clenched at the sight that greeted him. Maria lay dead near the bedroom, her lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. Agatha stood trembling at the door with blood strains on her body, her face a mask of terror. It was like a killing spree dancing in the shadows of the mansion. As he was about to enter inside the room with cautious eyes yet haphazard steps, he noticed his Rose sat on the bed, panic-stricken, desperately clutching their babies with tears streaming down her cheeks.

ELENA POV I should be asleep but my thoughts won’t shut up, so I get out of bed and pad downstairs in nothing but an oversized shirt and bare feet, hoping cold water will help. The mansion feels too big at night, echoing hallways, polished marble that catches every sound. Somewhere in the dark, my heart still beats too fast from what happened earlier. Samantha’s desperacy, Alex saving me again. I’m almost at the kitchen when voices drift from the other side of the hall.

Alexa secured her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder as she wiggled into her coat in the back seat of the sedan. “I promise to call, Lorie.” “I mean it,” Lorie chided on the other end of the call, “I want to know every detail of that house. I looked it up online, and it’s gorgeous.” “You looked up his house online?” Alexa asked. Although, she wasn’t entirely surprised by her friend’s actions. “A 2.5-million-dollar mansion on the Bainbridge coast? You bet your bottom dollar I looked it up.”

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.