Is There A Corpse Bride 2 Novels & Stories

“All you need to know right now is this…you are hours away from losing her forever if you do not call her by her true name. I have done what little I can by buying you a little more time. The other one is already a corpse from the poison. Your mate is hanging by a thread. If you do not call her by name, that thread snaps. No oath, no blood pact, nothing will bring her back.” I staggered back like she’d shot me and stared at her, brain short-circuiting. The other one is a corpse? Why does she keep saying corpse? Which other one? What the fuck does she mean? She walked backward toward the door, eyes locked on my mate, amused. I stepped forward, and she eased back with a smug little tilt of her

You've been playing me from the very beginning! Dario bared his teeth at me in a twisted grin. "It's fine. If we got to do it over once, we can do it over again. Next time, I'll kill that bastard Cassiano first. I'm the only one who can be your husband!" "There won't be a next time," I said lightly, smiling at him. "You died last time, too, didn't you? That's the only reason we got to start over. But this time… Unfortunately for you, you're the only one who's going to die."

I teased. Her brows furrrowed as her eyes darted back and forth. “No,” she said. “He is dead.” “Were you there?” “No, but I have seen his corpse.” I turned worried at her words. If she had seen his corpse, even once. Where could the corpse be if not in its tomb? Did someone actually take it in the chaos or prior to it? What the hell is going on? What mess have I gotten myself into? “Let’s say someone got their hands on the corpse, what would they do with it?” I asked, toying with the rim of the mug.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

Desperate, she reached into her purse with trembling fingers, pretending to bring more money—but instead, she pulled out a small silver penknife. In one swift motion, she plunged it into his neck. Luke’s eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. Blood poured from the wound as he stumbled back, clutching his neck. “You… little… witch…” he gasped, collapsing against the truck. Avery’s heart raced, her entire body trembling as she stared at him in horror. “I warned you,” she whispered, stepping back. “You should’ve stayed quiet in the dark.” Luke’s blood pooled beneath him, spreading across the asphalt like a dark secret seeping into the earth.

Vida had been sure that she would not feel nervous, but here she was, sweating on her palms. The wedding that her friend had planned for her was finally taking shape, and she was grateful for her at least. Maria came into the bride's room, and from the mirror, Vida saw her but immediately diverted her eyes. She was still angry about what she had found out by chance. Who knows what could have gone on between her and her father when she was away? How many more secrets did her father hold from her?

“Tiana Larrinson?” Hearing my name, I instinctively looked up. Shawn Chandler stood over me, frowning. Beside him was Jessica Jordan, glittering with jewels in a custom designer gown. “So, it is really you.” He let out a sneer as his gaze swept across my plain clothes and the old garments in my hands. “You refused to wear the bridesmaid’s dress back then, and now, you’ve fallen so low that you’re rummaging through other people’s old clothes?”

News of my marriage to Charlie spread quickly, and soon the entire upper circle was buzzing. Everyone was waiting for the drama to unfold. On the day of the wedding, the Quirrel and Gillan families had booked the same hotel. Both our ballrooms were located at opposite ends, separated only by the central courtyard. "Look at her. She's marrying a man on his deathbed. It's obvious she's just after his money," someone said. I turned and saw Adrian leaning heavily on a cane. His complexion was sallow, and his eyes were sunken deep into their sockets. He looked like a walking skeleton.

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.”

“Your sister’s dumber than at five. Back then, she chased me through the roses, shouting ‘Cae!’ Now she just stares like I’m a ghost.” My brother rolled his eyes. “Shut up! Whose idea was the fake-death ritual? Your overzealous majordomo insists on using half-dead corpses as props! Now everyone thinks you eat hearts!” He jabbed a finger, grinning: “This bastard’s a pureblood vampire— but he only drinks tomato juice mixed with dragon blood! Those six ‘brides’? All political decoys. Sent to convents with dowries!