The Dead Bride Novels & Stories

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

The crowd gasped and whispered of surprise as I walked forward. Why wouldn't they be surprised? I am sure it was for the first time that they had witnessed a bride in a black gown. Yes, black just like my soon-to-be husband's personality. The moment Nikolai's head turned to me, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. His reaction was worth capturing. It may be a wedding for him but for me, it is my funeral. I killed the old me. ~~~~~ Nikolai De Moretti I was utterly taken aback when I saw my bride. For a moment I forgot how to breathe.

The bride moved like silk in current. One moment she stood on the dock. The next her red sleeve wrapped around my throat, cold as drowning. "Hungry little temple," she crooned. "All doors, no depth." Ava swung. The crowbar tore through the bride's veil, revealing not Aunt Lan but a skull packed with pearls. The pearls opened tiny eyes. [Grudge source: stolen wedding offerings.] Madam Qiao had said paper goods mattered. So did offerings.

“You’ve rumpled and dirtied my clothes.” I straightened immediately. I stood up from the ground, trying to collect what remained of my dignity. My ceremonial dress felt like it was strangling me. I bent down and yanked off my heels one by one, throwing them aside. Killian watched the whole thing, still grinning like this was the most entertainment he’d had in months. Alpha energy radiated from him in waves, making my wolf pace restlessly inside me. “So the bride is making a run for it, huh?” His voice was lazy, teasing. “Don’t want to show how gentlemanly your future mate is?”

There were no grand halls, no media teams, and barely any guests, just a handful of close acquaintances who knew about my accident. Adam tapped the second file. A short, silent video clip began to play in crisp high-definition. At first, Professor Mary and Mr. Stanley squinted at the screen, purely bewildered by the dark footage of a modest chapel. "Is that... a wedding?" Mr. Stanley asked, tilting his head with a light chuckle, still completely unaware of what he was looking at. "Who are those two?" As the clip progressed, the camera zoomed in. The young bride on screen wore a plain white gown, her long lace veil draped heavily to hide the raw, fresh burns on the left side of her face.

After swallowing my fourth painkiller, I spent the entire morning sitting in my hotel room in the wedding dress Curtis Bradford had picked out for me. The car that was supposed to take me to the ceremony never showed up. Instead, I came across a livestream of a wedding that had gone viral around town. On-screen, Curtis slipped the pink diamond ring I had begged him for onto the bride's finger. The bride was Shannon Cobb, my biological sister who had disappeared ten years ago. Curtis looked straight into the camera. "Leslie, I know you're watching. "Ten years ago, you lost Shannon and put her through hell. I only let you believe I was going to marry you because I wanted you to know wh

The first scream came from the bridal suite. Eva Hart looked up from the seating chart in her hands. A makeup artist rushed past her, nearly knocking over a tray of champagne. "What happened?" Eva asked, catching the woman's arm. "The bride..." The woman's face had gone pale. "She's gone." Eva frowned. "Gone where?" "I—I don't know." For a second, the world around her seemed to stop. Outside, a string quartet continued playing as though nothing had happened. Guests laughed over glasses of champagne. Camera flashes lit up the entrance of the Blackwood Estate.

It was only seconds before he replied, "You'll survive here, Donna; that's all you should know." ******* The wedding was a wreck; Maria and Lina were the only ones in the pew. The groom was nowhere to be seen, and when she asked why, the only response she got was enough to get her heart thumping. 'Capo's Dead" She grimaced. She looked at the papers to be signed on the wooden stand, and seeing his signature already on them, anger surged through her. It was all part of the game, being Death's bride. DEATHS BRIDE! He was death, and death wouldn't attend his damn wedding.

Her gaze turned back to Victor "Vic… is she, I thought?"Vivie muttered looking up at Victor. His wife was dead. She knew that. So who was the lady? It was like seeing a carbon copy of Alisa "I don't think so… please calm down" Victor murmured while caressing her face. She was pale from fright. Anyone would be frightened seeing what he was seeing "Hello, Vic… nice to see you, "the lady said standing before the bride and groom. Glancing around she happened to like the decor. It was lovely and refreshing. So extravagant, such a beautiful wedding

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man, The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.