The Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

I was about to shout when he suddenly closed the distance between us, making me close my eyes but instead of something painful, I felt something soft placed in my lips. Huh? “Have you calmed down?” I felt a gentle touch in my cheek, making me open my eyes. I could see his eyes, staring at me and not red anymore. “I didn’t know you'd be this scared…” He held my hand and placed it in his cheeks. I flinched a bit when he caressed my pulse as he looked into my eyes. “Ghost… Ghosts are cold beings, my wife.” He… He’s warm. I looked at his hands that’s holding mine, he removed my hands on his cheeks and placed them on his chest, making me take a step back.

“What?” Vincent’s eyes widened sharply. Inside the evidence bag was a phone, its screen already shattered. A police officer helped unlock it and pulled up the last recorded video. Christine’s face appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white dress, faded from too many washes, with light makeup on her face. The background was the rooftop of the Empire State Building, and the strong wind lifted her hair. “Vincent, congratulations to you and Elena on your wedding today. I’m sorry I can’t attend. It’s because I’ve decided to leave this world.”

He says, helping Irene with the pronunciation. "Yeah, those. How are you able to narrow it down so quickly?" "Well, these ghosts specifically haunt pregnant women and babies, especially newborns." Kai says and shows Irene the tablet. "Which one are you more interested in knowing first?" Irene scans the three options and points to 'kuntilanak'. "I've actually heard of a name similar to this one before, but since I didn't think they existed, I just left without knowing the information."

asked Krish. “ Sir, as you said, she is not the daughter of Kuki's headman. She was a daughter of a normal man and the most important thing is that she died two years ago.. ” said Naksh while both Krish and Kartik were stunned. They glanced at each other, meanwhile, Kartik said with frowned eyes, “ H.. Have you ever checked your w... I mean your maid's shadow before? ” he stuttered as he gulped. “ I have heard that ghost or spirit doesn't have shadows, ” he added while Krish glared at him

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.

she repeated, her tone incredulous. Crystal, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson, looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "Oh my goodness, Mom..." Max, who had been observing the scene with a mixture of mischief and wariness, gasped in fake disbelief. "Mom, Crystal brought a man home last night, and we didn't even know about it?."

the man whose presence had shaped this estate for so many years. Don Tommaso. With a stake to the heart, a stake to the two eyes, a stake to the spinal cord that placed him raised high above the ground…..from afar Mr Tommaso looked like someone who screamed in agony from the pains he had to pass through before his death, but as if that was not enough, just by the side a more bizarre scene played itself in front of everyone. On her knees, stripped naked without breast or a face was Mrs Gaia, Mr Tommaso wife and mother to Azzura…..having that scene present, the men felt a strong nostalgia in their body.

Giusto then pushed the door open, flashing his torchlight into the space. A nauseating stench immediately assaulted his nostrils. In the darkness, a half-decomposed body lay in the center of the basement, the white wedding dress on its body soaked in blood. Meanwhile, the corpse's eyes were staring resentfully at the basement doorway. Giusto nearly lost his mind at the sight. "Carlotta?" he called out. I grinned.

I breathed. "I paid for it." He smiled for the cameras like he meant it. Whispers sharpened behind us. "Look at her. She's shaking." "Maybe she finally realised she doesn't belong here." Killian leaned in as we passed, voice low enough that only I caught it. "All that white fabric. And I can still see exactly what's underneath." I shuddered and almost tripped on my train "Careful, sweetheart." Damon's grip tightened around my fingers. "Cameras love a nervous bride."

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.