Marry My Dead Body Cast Novels & Stories

I was present, my mum was present, dad was away on a business trip to Las Vegas as usual, they were at the dining table, but what did it seem like I forgot something. Before I could remember what I was forgetting, I heard a beeping in my phone. Bringing it out, I saw a text on my phone. "She is awake!." Immediately, I read this, my eyes widened as I gasped in shock. Oh my gosh, after all these months, she is finally awake. I didn’t kill her. I stood up from the chair and told my mum. "I got to go!" And left before she could say anything. Forget college, I have a dead person to see.

After I switched bodies with my driver, I ended up trapped in the body of an overweight, unattractive man everyone looked down on. My sister Joanne Harper and my fiancée, Serena Lane, did everything they could to find a way to switch us back. Joanne hired an exorcist and even gave her own blood for the ritual. Serena climbed three thousand icy steps to a remote mountaintop chapel in the middle of a blizzard, dropping to her knees in prayer every few steps. But Julian Brown, now living in my body, looked at them pitifully. “My romance system says we can only switch back if both of you truly fall in love with me.” From that day on, Joanne appeared to indulge his every whim, buying him sp

Her fists were beginning to tremble. "Actually, even I thought I was dead," there wasn't a single trace of haste in his speech. "Until you arrived and I got to know that I still have a chance." Eeh? "I'm only half dead." taking his time, he leisurely walked towards her, effectively blocking the source of light in the room. This made the light behind his tall frame, glow on everything in the room except his dark silhouette and Geneva whom his shadow fell upon. "I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me."

Stellan Montclair was alive. He shoved the lid aside and sat up in the coffin. His face was deathly white, his lips had gone purple, and his eye sockets were sunken deep. He looked like a corpse that had just crawled out of its own grave. The potion had only just worn off, and his body was still dangerously weak. Even opening his eyes took visible effort. "I'm... not dead..." The words scraped out of him, faint as a dying flame.

A gray van is parked haphazardly in the ambulance lane, its side door sliding open with a rusted groan. Two men—nomads I don't know—jump out. Their clothes are dark, soaked. They reach into the back. They pull a body out. It’s Markos. He is limp. His head lolls back, his good eye staring up at the fluorescent lights without seeing them. His chest... I cover my mouth. His chest is a ruin. Two dark, ragged holes punch through his tactical vest, right over the lung. Blood is everywhere—soaking his jeans, dripping onto the white linoleum floor as they carry him in.

She didn't want to face anyone's pity or mocking looks. At the riverside, the system spoke up. "Thea, Leonard and Clara are on the other side." "Oh, yeah? What are they saying?" The system kindly helped listen in. Leonard quietly asked Clara, "Do you regret breaking up with me back then?" "What difference does it make whether I regret it or not?" Clara's voice was cold and harsh. "You're about to marry Thea, and I'm to be wed to a dying man from the Larkin family. We have no future left."

She is also a member of the mafia. What if the locked room is a weapons room? Or was it really a room full of corpses? A passage to an underground prison? Was the green house full of poisonous plants? What if the library’s second floor was a section for secret datas they’ve collected so far? We never know. What if marrying Gavin will not only tie us together but me tied up with this kind of business? What if I also need to do work like that? I hope not. I don’t have any plans on joining his work. Maybe managing this house but not that. Gosh.

“What can I do for you?” “I have a meeting with Edward Maxwell.” Meredith almost sighed. She was getting tired of everyone not only knowing who she was but also knowing that she was married to Brayden. But that was part of the deal. She had signed the Death Contract and it was the purpose of the contract to attract attention to their marriage and the idea of Brayden having family ties. She still hadn’t done anything about the social events that he wanted her help with but at least everyone in the building knew that they were married.

the Beta said softly, "to place the pup's life force into a magical stasis." I collapsed into a chair. Shelly had killed our child. No. Not killed. Suspended. "Show me the footage," my voice was a ghost of itself. On the screen, Shelly was kneeling at the altar. I watched as she suddenly clutched her head, bending over in pain, tears streaming down her face. Then she stood, trembling. The audio was faint, but I could hear her desperate voice. "Starlight." A mind-link. Our code. She was calling for me. For help.

"I have prepared a beautiful gift for you on this special day, because you deserve all the beautiful things of life, Derek," He smiled at me excitedly. That smile that made my skin crawl with disgust. The light went off, revealing a better view of the video slides playing on the led wall. It was pictures of myself and Derek, from when we started dating, the day we got married, and many more moments. 'This is beautiful' 'This brought tears to my eyes. I love this' 'They are perfect together' Hearing those comments made me scoff. Beautiful indeed. Derek walked over to me, pulling me in for a warm embrace as he sobbed. A fake sob, actually.