The Corpse Bride Vows Novels & Stories

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac

I replied coldly, "Okay. I've prepared a surprise for you at the wedding." Wales replied that he was looking forward to the surprise, but I didn't respond. The faking-death service's car with a fake licence plate was already waiting at the entrance of the house. I handed them a USB drive that had Wales and Anna's videos and voice recordings on it, reminding them to play the recordings during the wedding. I also handed my phone to them to deliver to Wales along with my corpse during the wedding. I had left a recording of my last words on the device.

Upon hearing the question, Julia raised her head and turned her gaze in the direction of Jared, who was emerging from the bathroom. She nodded in acknowledgment and replied, "Absolutely! I've always been courteous and reciprocating. If Vivien decided to disrupt my wedding, then it's only fitting that I reciprocate and disrupt hers during her wedding." Jared had been containing his emotions for a considerable period. However, upon hearing Julia's plan, his anger reached its peak. His self-control snapped, and he forcefully pushed Julia against the wall, his glare piercing her. His chest rapidly rose and fell as if engulfed in flames.

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

Our eyes meet across the corridor, his face draining of color as he registers how much I might have heard. "Rhoswen." The phone lowers slowly, like a weapon he's just remembered he's holding. "How long have you been standing there?" I open my mouth with no idea what's about to come out when the coordinator's voice calls brightly from the chapel doorway, announcing the final walkthrough, oblivious that the ground under this entire wedding has just, silently, shifted. "Coming," Callum calls back, too quickly, too bright, already reaching for my hand like the last thirty seconds never happened.

"Just let me leave. I won't cause any trouble for your wedding, I swear. The last thing I ever wanted was to be your wife." Adrian scoffed. "You've been reborn, too, haven't you? In your past life, you schemed to have Emily killed to secure your position as Mrs. Quirrel. How could I ever trust someone as vicious as you?" He actually believed I was responsible for Emily's death. "I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted. "I've never harmed anyone." "Stop pretending to be innocent," Adrian snapped. He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt.

His voice echoed too loudly in the gilded room. I spoke with measured elegance, every word cutting through my mouth like glass wrapped in silk. “I, Kellynne Mea Morleigh, take thee, Elias Callum Fenwick, to be my wedded husband...” I paused. Just for a heartbeat. To remember who I was. To gather whatever fragments remained of the girl who once believed in affection. “…to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer…” my voice did not waver. But my soul did.

She believed Roman Moretti was dragged into this marriage the same way she was. She wasn’t great on physical contact, after the exorcism she didn’t like people touching her, but she didn’t mind him touching her hand. It made her curious about her wifely duties her mother told her about. Her mother warned her to let him touch her and to let him have his way with her because it was his husbandly right.