The Dead Bride Novels & Stories

“I’ve lost almost a million tonight. I can’t be this unlucky.” A man chuckled. “If you don’t want to pay a million, we can settle the debt another way.” Vivienne laughed lightly. “Please. I know your little kink. You like tying women up and watching them suffer. I’m not into that.” His voice dropped. “Then you’d better pay before we leave this house tonight.” Vivienne didn’t sound worried. “I didn’t say the other way wouldn’t work. I have a stepsister—Isabella. Have you met her?”

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

"I beg your pardon?" "Damien Blackthorn has formally requested Lila as his bride." The man's voice was patient, unhurried, the voice of someone who had delivered unexpected news before and understood the importance of not being rattled by the response. "Not the elder daughter. He was very clear about that. The documentation is prepared. He expects a response by the end of the week." Her sister's phone hit the table.

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

He cursed how far off the exit was, cursing his own weakness even more. Everything was happening so fast, yet so slowly. "What did you say?" He could hear Kestra questioning the maid some distance behind him. "She's is dead. The Bride is dead!" "Dead?" Eli went still, his gaze fixed on the direction where the voice came from. Granny froze, her attention moved to the entrance of the hall, just like everybody else. No. That,---- that was--- ---that was impossible! No way! "I am not dead." That was true.

“Oh, he killed her. But I saved her.” A sharp intake of breath sounds over the phone. “She’s…one of us now?” “Yeah. And of course she’s upset with me for not letting her die.” “Typical Charlie.” I might not be able to see her, but I know she has a smile on her face. “So what happened to Henry and this bride of his?” “His bride, Daisy…not sure, she slipped through my fingers and disappeared. If she’s smart, she’ll never show her face to Charlie or myself again. As for Henry, he’s dead thanks to you.”

Raphael raised a brow as he stared at Caspian. "My supposed 'bride' unfortunately died in the accident— don't you get what that means?" He asked as he saw their clueless expression which slowly turned into one of understanding. "That means…" Aeon exchanged looks with Raphael who nodded " The hunt for a bride is now on" "Exactly" Caspian nodded and turned away from them and walked to a table at the middle of the room. Different sizes of knives were placed there. Caspian picked up the smallest and twirled it in his Ii They'll find a bride for me instead, one they'll use as a weapon" He turned back to face them, a grin on his face "But I'll beat them to it"

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

’, I thought. . “In the same way, you are Master Cade’s bride.”, There are no mirrors in front of me but I knew the size of the eyes had grown in the shape of a melon. “But in werewolves, mates are paired by the Moon Goddess and here, Bride is chosen by the ruling King.” . Oh! . “King Black chose you as Master Cade’s bride assuming that you will also be strong and powerful just like your parents but it turned out that you are nowhere to them in terms of powers that’s why he wanted to get rid of you.”