The Dead Bride Novels & Stories

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

Don't yield. ‎ ‎But I couldn't let her die. Not after we had just started to trust each other. ‎ ‎"I understand," I whispered. ‎ ‎"Good." Magnus signaled the guards. "Open the doors." ‎ ‎The massive oak doors of the Chapel groaned open. ‎ ‎The sound of the organ washed over us a thunderous, gothic melody that vibrated in my chest. The sanctuary was packed. Hundreds of wolves from the Bloodmoon and Iron-Claw packs filled the pews. They turned as one to watch the bride.

I watch as my bride dodges his blade, spins, and strikes beneath his raised arm nearly cleaving him in two. Blood covers us both. My bride stands still, inhaling deeply, which causes her breasts to rise and fall rapidly. She's never looked more beautiful. She turns suddenly and kneels by the woman. I know we are too late because I heard her last agonizing breath. The men had literally beaten her to death. I reach for my bride's arm, but she jerks away as she takes the woman's lifeless hand. "Why? Why would they do this?" Nothing I say will help, but I try. "This land is ungodly. I told you I hate it here and this is only one of the many reasons. I am sorry you saw this."

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

He never did show up, not even for one moment and I will not be surprised if he does not show up for this wedding either. I pray he does not. "Just focus on the bright side baby. You will be doing us all and yourself a very great favour by saving our lives through this marraige and you shall never lack anything in the world. The Greco's are filthy rich ok" Mother kissed me by the cheek. I stared at her, disgust and bewilderment written all over my face. I refused to speak further and fixed my attention back on the road. Minutes flew by so quickly and before I knew it, we had rolled into the church premises.

The girls dress up Aadhya as a bride. She was looking like a nymph. In this months she has lose a lot of weight.. She is in shape now but that doesn't make anything better for her because his lust has increased for her.. "call the bride the Holy time is passing.." the priest said "just wait for some minutes she is coming.." he said Then the other girls drag her to the wedding place.. The priest was shocked because the bride is not in her sense.. "what is this? The bride is in not her sense I can't get you both married.." the priest said but he make him shut by his gun

"My father and my brother use to call me small boy, great brain. I was sharp, and do observe a lot about things around me." "Where is your brother's grave? " I ask. He clenched his fist and began walking to the car telling me to wait. He came back with three bunch of flowers. We place them on each grave before going home in silence, both of us in our own thoughts. ♡♡ "it's time dear "Nanny Lilo says and pat my back. I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. I look good in my white wedding dress that shows my cleavage. I know I look beautiful since everyone here won't stop gawking and flattering me. I appreciate them, but I'm not happy.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.