The Dead Bride Novels & Stories

Author's Note: Hello everyone, this is me, the author of The Deserted Bride, grateful for all your support and love 💞 The Deserted Bride has finally come to an end. But wait, Shane and Audrey's love story and drama aren't over yet. If you wish to continue reading their story (I hope you will) check out Book 2 (Yay! There's a book 2) called THE DESERTED WIFE, available here in Goodnovel also. If you have some time to read other novels, I provided a list of my works below for you to check out. 1. Immortal Desire

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

Peyton thought she was about to marry the love of her life. The dress was perfect, the church was full, and her future seemed certain. Until a single text message changed everything. I’m calling off the wedding. Heartbroken and desperate for answers, Peyton storms to her fiancé’s house—only to find her best friend in red lingerie standing at his door… and the man she loved choosing her instead. Humiliated, abandoned, and in desperate need to pay for her cousins surgery, Peyton’s life is left in confusion. Not until she meets Zayn Blackwill, the , powerful, and dangerously handsome billionaire with a proposal that sounds insane. A contract marriage. Two years as his wife.

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!"

“It really does look like a bridal decoration.” Suddenly, three words crawl through my mind; “The Dancing Bride.” Why would the Ayutthaya mansion have an arched entryway in their dungeon? And an entryway fit for a bride? Who is this bride? Is she Bhyron’s dancing bride? Why are they so obsessed with a faceless bride? My brain is still conjuring scenarios when a strange sound suddenly pierces the air. I freeze. We both freeze. Zuri whispers something but I can barely hear her above the sound of my raging heartbeat;

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

Like I was just a man sitting on a cold floor in a locked room full of dead women. "Tell me," she said. So I did. I told her about the first bride. How she died in her sleep. How the doctor said heart attack. How I believed him because why would I not believe him. I told her about the second bride. How she collapsed at breakfast. How the doctor said stroke. How I started to wonder but still said nothing. I told her about the third bride. How she complained of dizziness for weeks. How she asked me to take her to a different doctor. How I said I was busy. How she died three days later.

"Cameras love a nervous bride." We reached the altar. The officiant opened his book. Two hundred guests fell silent at once, and I could hear my own pulse in my ears louder than anything else in that room. "Damon Wrexley", the officiant said, "will you have this woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in the holy bond of marriage?" Damon's eyes found mine. Something flickered there, cold and final, and his lips parted. "I don't." The room held its breath with me.

She was hell bent on making sure that he ends up dead and that was what she had done. She could still recall the look the new bride had on her face when she had walked up to her, letting her know her husband was dead. The new bride didn't care about whatever it was she had thought and trying to make it all work out well, she had sank down in tears not caring about what anyone would say as she let them down in torrents, to others, she was mourning the man who had ended up dead, the one she had spent her life with and whom she will be unable to live without, but she knew otherwise, to her, she was mourning the man who had tormented, killed her and left her daughter to die.