Novel & Cerita Marry My Dead Body Cast

When she was all dolled up and ready, she walked into the room that Clara locked herself in. "Babe, How are you feeling" She stood at the door and asked Clara who sighed heavily. "It feels so unreal. I am not even crushing on him that badly, so I don't know why I feel like this" Clara muttered as Ottiline walked closer and sat next to her. "Is because you saw the body. It must have left an impact in you. But don't worry everything will be ok" She patted her shoulder and assured her. "What about you, You see Dead bodies almost everyday and you even see rotting ones, how were you ever able to cope?" Clara asked.

A horrible ache started in the pit of her stomach and rapidly spiraled through her inner organs out through her extremities until Bree’s entire body seemed to be on fire from the inside out. “Wait--what?” Maybe she hadn’t heard Trent correctly. Maybe this was all a joke. Hank was known for being a prankster. “Excuse me?” The fact that Trent’s blue eyes were focused on his shoes let her know she had heard him correctly, though. This wasn’t an awful dream. This was reality. He was marrying Monica Edge. “It’s me, Bree. I’m the groom.”

Jim said while pouring Zayne a cup as well. Zayne had just lifted the cup when Eric said softly, "I heard that Mr. Mobius has been ill. So, do you need a bone marrow transplant or a kidney?"

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After a long pause, he finally said, "Mr. Gordon, please remain calm. We are still investigating, but I'm afraid the results will not be ideal—" "Where is the body? I want to see it for myself," Zachary demanded. He finally remembered to see my corpse. "This way. I'll take you to it." My spirit followed them as they walked toward my remains. The corpse had already begun to emit a faint stench. Beneath the white cloth lay a bloated, deformed body, swollen from being submerged in the river. Deep, horrific wounds covered my abdomen, and my face had been deliberately smashed beyond recognition. I shut my eyes. I didn't dare to look, let alone relive the agony I had suffered.

My eyes went up to meet the man who was dragging a dead body in only to feel a familiar chord strike in my brain. He was walking right into my wedding hall, dragging a dead guard and leaving a trail of blood as he made way towards the altar. As he stopped on the first stair of the altar, he dropped the dead body, his face now visibly clear and the familiar chord that I had seen him before striking me again.

Finally, using the spare key, she unlocked the door, only to be hit by a nauseating smell of decay that made her immediately cover her nose and step back in shock. Trembling, she dialed my mother's number. "Ma’am, Sarah is dead! Oh..."

I stood beside Luca as he went from a poor boy to the most powerful man in Chicago. I saved him, and an explosion crushed my spine. I would never dance again. Later, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. In that time, a woman appeared at his side. Beautiful, clever, from a powerful family. She could stand beside him, sit in on his deals, solve his problems. And I could only sit in a wheelchair. Everyone said I was holding Luca back. I thought so too. So I left him, meaning to go and die alone

My chest caves in with the force of it, and I break completely, folding over him as the tears pour from my eyes and my hands shake violently. “What’s… going on…” a slurred voice mutters. I lift my head and see Marcel. He’s conscious now as he tries to push himself off the ground. “My son is dead…” he growls. “Because of you…” I don’t move. I don’t even flinch. My body is too exhausted to react. I barely have the strength to breathe. “I’m going to fucking kill you…” he snarls, dragging his body forward, but he can’t stand. His body is failing him too.