Marry My Dead Body Cast Novels & Stories

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

"Daniel, please, we don't need to do this tomorrow—" Daniel's free hand snapped up, grabbing my jaw and shoved my head back until my neck strained, pinning me against the edge of the vanity, forcing me to look right into those manic, bloodshot eyes. The exact same bloodshot eyes I saw right before everything went black in my past life. The eyes of the man who watched me stop breathing. "Are you trying not to marry me, Celene?" He asked, his voice flat and lethal... I died once because of you, you psychotic piece of shit. I am not letting you choke the life out of me again! I screamed inside my head, thinking of h I w much I wanted to tear his throat out with my bare hands.

I did not know if I should feel happy for myself or feel sad for Maryam. She had died because of her love for Lily. It was absolutely ridiculous. Jared let out an evil laugh. Then, he brought the janitor’s cleaning cart into the ward. “Time is of the essence. Let’s use this cart to bring your mother over for organ removal. “This box is a little too small. If we were to stuff your mother’s dead body in, we’d have to bend her limbs a little.” I was disgusted by Jared’s viciousness. I yelled, “Lily! How can you let him disrespect the body like that? That’s heartless!”

“You need to rest.” The three of them turned. They walked to the staircase together, a perfect, happy little unit. They left me standing there in the ruins of my life. I fell to my knees. The sob that came out was an animal sound of pain. I wrapped my arms around my belly. I gave him everything. My love, my health, a piece of my body. I waited. I hoped. And for what? To be thrown away for my stepsister? To have my miracle called a lie?

"This meeting is adjourned. Everyone out." "Excuse me?" Mr. Sterling, the bank representative, stammered. "We... there is a motion on the floor. We have to vote." "There will be no voting." Cane said, regarding the man with coldness that was more terrifying than anger. "Because the person sitting in that chair doesn't legally exist." Cassie narrowed her eyes. Of course, he was going to bring that up. Cane turned his gaze to Cassie. "Cassandra Marcom died two years ago. We held a funeral. We signed the death certificate. Legally, you are a corpse. And last I checked, corpses cannot own property, hold stocks, or fire CEOs."

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

The day after I died, my body was dumped in the wilderness. The monkey-faced man held up a cooler, his grin stretching wide. "We're rich! This girl's organs are all in perfect condition." My soul drifted above the scene, weightless and powerless, staring at my tragic fate. I had no idea how it had come to this. I only wanted to sell a kidney—just one, enough to cover Grandma's surgery. I thought I would fade away forever, but in the blink of an eye, I was back—standing beside Quinn Hoffman.

Silvia asked. “This is not a marital or romantic proposal. This is strictly a business proposal. You can call it a contract marriage” he replied. Ralph had a nonchalant look on his face, which was a sign that talking about this wasn't a big deal to him. “A contract marriage? What do I get in return, sir?” Silvia was forced to ask. “Your mother will get the heart transplant, and I will pay up her hospital bills. You don't have to worry about that again,” he explained.

Mandy returned and was flabbergasted. I didn't give her a second to think. "Dr. Spears, my in-laws seem to be unwell. Could you please take them for a check-up while I get my husband to the funeral home?" I had just taken Dylan's death certificate from Tiffany's hands. With this, there was nothing that could stop me from burning him alive. Mandy turned pale. "I'm more familiar with the funeral home's procedures, maybe I should—"

Or something done special to the bodies themselves, like with Egyptian mummies. Or, perhaps it was their good luck they hadn’t descended into the catacombs after a recently interred body. In either case, the experience—especially for Maria—of walking down the softly lit dirt corridor, past rows of the dead, wasn’t ghoulish, or ghastly, or stomach-churning in the least. It was intriguing, mysterious, enthralling, and peaceful. The corpses’ faces appeared composed and relaxed. Their hands folded on their midsections (Whitey had never been sure how the arms had stayed put; perhaps they’d been wired into place), their empty eyes gazing nowhere. “Oh yes,” Maria murmured, hands clasped together in