Human Emily Corpse Bride Novels & Stories

The creature asked and at that same time, she felt something larger than the finger she had in her mouth or pussy starting to push through her ass hole. “There are still a lot of holes to be explored,” it went on, popping her asshole open as it shoved its fat head into it, and Emily screamed again. Her breathing paced, and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. “I’m going to fill every open hole I can see on your body with my cum, Emily. This is far from over.” Emily knew she was doomed because she could tell that it meant every word.

"You won't bleed alone." The first sign came as a whisper, a rustle too deliberate for wind. From the treeline, cloaked figures emerged, twenty, perhaps thirty, hoods drawn low, crescent sigils glowing faintly on their chests. They moved in perfect silence, forming a second ring around the crater, cutting off escape. At their center stepped the crimson-trimmed woman, the one Elara had killed in the grove. Or thought she had killed. Her chest bore no wound, only smooth skin beneath the torn robe. Her eyes glowed the same crimson as Darius's smoke.

Smoke curled from the corpses littered across the earth—an endless sea of twisted limbs, broken weapons, and silent screams frozen in death. Dante stood in the middle of it, unmoving, breath shallow. It was silent. Horribly silent. Then, from the far end of the battlefield, she emerged. Emilia. But not the Emilia he knew. Her white dress was drenched in blood, soaked from the hem to her throat. Crimson streaked her skin like war paint, and her hands—those gentle hands—were covered in gore. Bodies fell behind her like shattered porcelain, and still she walked, graceful, calm, untouched by the horror surrounding her.

He slumped in his seat, eyes empty, like there was nothing left inside him. Even the officers looked furious. "Dr. Hill, don't worry. We'll make sure this is handled properly." Christine, on the other hand, looked completely stunned. She couldn't seem to understand how their perfect plan to get me killed had fallen apart. "Why… How did this happen…? How did she find out…" she muttered to herself. I finally loosened my clenched fists, a quiet breath leaving my chest. Thinking about how I died in my last life, I only wanted to stay alive this time.

He leaned his back against the throne and placed his chin under his palm, the elbow forced to stand on the armrest. Emily strode near the throne. Each steps her shoes made sent echoes flying around the room and made Grim knit his brows as he stares at her. “Bring back my father to life and you will claim my soul.” She gathered up the words in her throat and with confidence she let them move freely out of her mouth. She kept walking until Grim held his hand up. She stopped. She was now a meter away from his throne. “You’re not dead.” Dumbstricken, Emily raised an eyebrow at him, “Excuse me?”

“Leader Emmy!! Something’s happened! You need to come to the pack borders…now!” Bridget’s heart skipped. Emmy didn’t wait as he stormed to the door, yanking it open. “What is it?” he demanded. “It’s… you need to see it for yourself…they found something in the woods.” “What did they find?” “A body…It’s one of ours.” Emmy’s eyes widened. “Who?” “I…I.. don’t know but… there’s a symbol carved into the chest…A crescent moon…Burned into the skin.”

Someone grabbed my face and pulled it up. I snapped my eyes open in terror but saw Cathy's worried face through my tears. “It's me,” she whispered. “It's Cathy.” My breathing came in short, broken gasps. I couldn't register her face, but that tiny mole under her right eye felt like a lifeline. "Cathy." I couldn't even utter her name, but I grabbed her hands on my face. She instantly pulled me into her embrace, covering my hands with her hands. "I am here. I am here." Her voice was shaky, but she still comforted me.

Sloane's parents sold her to a billionaire who loved her sister. On their wedding night, he whispered her sister's name. Then he locked her outside in a storm. She left for dead. She returned as a queen. Now he stands frozen at a gala, watching her accept an award. Two children hold her hands. One of them has his jaw. He does not know they are his. He does not know the woman he truly loves is the one he destroyed. And he does not know that her sister who became his wife is hiding a secret that will shatter every single one of them.

She kept touching the money in her purse to confirm if it's real. She was feeling so excited and proud. She just spent a night with Adrian Vale. Elena's Adrian. Now Clara believes that Adrain wanted her too. “He chose me,” She whispered happily to herself. When she got inside her apartment, she threw herself on the bed hugging the pillow tightly. “Elena is finished.” She carried her phone, she felt like calling Elena and laughing at her. But she hugged the money tightly and smiled wickedly. —- Meanwhile inside Blackthorn Manor.

From being the ones who had the upper hands, their bodies were now on the cold floor, with so much blood, without heads. Emily was standing in the corner of the cell, her hand still holding another man’s head as she looked at the bodies. Her face and body were showered by these humans’ blood, and all she could feel at that moment was fear. She didn’t know how it happened, but a strong force within her awakened, causing her to kill them.