I Died On My Wedding Day Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With my last bit of strength and a death grip on the edge, I pulled myself out. Every movement was agony. Venom and black magic coursed through my veins like liquid fire. All ten of my fingernails were tipped over, and my bloody ten fingers stung extraordinarily. I could hear Father's voice booming from inside: "Welcome everyone to my beloved daughter Vivian's coming-of-age ceremony..." My vision blurred as I stumbled back toward my den, leaving a trail of bloody footprints. I know, I'm going to die. But at least I'll die in a familiar place, cuddling my old wolf stuffed animal.

"He's just...I don't know. Ever since my 15th birthday he's been weird. Don't worry though, he's on another business trip." She tosses over another dress to me. "Good, I'm finished with picking. Now for safety reasons, we're stalking your boss." She takes her phone and starts typing. "What safe-" "Nicholas Diaz, was married - understandable, his wife was Irina Diaz. Married for 4 years but she..." She stops reading and looks at me. "What?" "She died in a car crash, 8 years ago." "I don't think it's her, what day was it?"

My body flies out of the bed as tears sting my eyes. No. This can’t be. There is no way the man I married only a few hours ago is lying lifeless on the bed on which I laid with him. Johnathan is lying shirtless with blood spilling out of his open, soulless eyes. A similar crimson trail flows from his lips, ears, and nose. I have heard of this. This is how those infected by an omega die. I can’t believe it; I killed my own husband! My chest fills tighter as a sob erupts from my throat.

Some looked sympathetic, some were curious, and some were clearly enjoying the spectacle. I calmly unlocked my phone and, sure enough, saw that Evelyn had posted another update. "Day 365 of being spoiled by Daddy. Today is his wedding day. He chose our one-year anniversary as the date. I'm upset, so I had someone 'accidentally' hit me with a car. Just as I thought, he ditched the bride and came running to me!" I took a screenshot of that post as well, then took the microphone from the officiant. My voice was steady and clear enough for every person in the room to hear.

I can see how much time people have left to live, so I warn my wife, Kayla Jebb, that her first love, Sebastian Miller, is about to die. She calls me a jinx and knocks my teeth out herself, making sure I'll never speak again. With my mouth full of rotting flesh, I beg her to help me, but she walks away, satisfied with the outcome. Instead, she heads to the hospital to take care of a sickly Sebastian. A month later, Kayla returns to the villa with a fully recovered Sebastian, as if to prove how foolish I was. When I see that Kayla has only one day left to live, I say nothing and simply smile.

I hissed in pain while I did I saw a bright golden moon in the center of the sky. I don't know what will happen if he kisses me now but my instincts tell me that it's not a good thing. When he leans in I pulled back my head a little. He scoffed and said, " Not now wifey" with that he grabbed my nape and pulled me towards him. I bit my lips and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a groan from Bas, the grip on my forearm and nape got loose so I slowly opened my eyes and saw his black tux was drenched with blood. I gasped at him and thought what life at my wedding my husband died in front of me but why do I feel happy and relieved? Once he fell to the ground by mumbling something.

I repeated, trying to be difficult. It was my first time coming to the airport. I had never been there, even though I had lived all my life in Pearl City. "One more word from you and I will tape your mouth and your nose together," Michael said, without stopping. Hmm, taping my nose and mouth together. I don't want that. This day will be marked in history as my worst day. And it is ending with my death. My wedding day turned into my saddest day. My fiancé married my best friend. I am pregnant and don't even know how I got pregnant, and I also do not know who the father is. My landlord wanted me out, and now I have been summoned to my death by Alpha Damien.

I'm gonna make sure I make the life of my bride miserable till she leaves and then I'd get married to the love of my life. #Next_morning I sat with my wedding gown as the hairstylist did my hair. A teardrop fell from my eye and I quickly cleaned it up. Here I was getting ready for my wedding today while Jeremy was dead. After I blacked out, I found myself in my room and when I tried escaping again, I was drugged till this morning. I had to resign to fate, there was nothing I could do but to make sure I kept my promise to Jeremy. I was part of the reason he died, if I had married Nicholas peacefully he would have been alive.

-------------- The next morning, I felt weak and exhausted. The wedding had taken everything out of me. When I came out of the shower and walked into the dining room, Vincent was standing there. His face was calm. "She died this morning." he said quietly. "Who died?" I asked, confused, my heartbeat quickened. " Lillian." he replied. "She poisoned herself. Her lover died last night too." I froze. Even though we never loved each other. Even though we were only half sisters, who never got along, not even for ones.

“What?!” Her jaw practically hit the floor. “Married? Tu? [You?]” she spat, like the idea was an insult to the universe. “You would never get married!” She gaped at me like I had grown two heads. “It’s a long story,” I said, shrugging. “But yeah. I got married yesterday.” She just stared. “Yesterday? How come I didn’t hear about it?” “Because Padrino died at the wedding.” My voice stayed flat, almost bored. “Kind of killed the party vibe. And besides…”