The Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

She held her breath and watched. The ghost let out a chilling wail, then suddenly spread her arms and lunged straight at Bruce. The scene was terrifying. Claudia's heart rose to her throat. Bruce stood at an angle. He only needed to step aside to avoid the attack. Unexpectedly, he did not move. He stood perfectly straight, completely still. A dull sound echoed. The ghost in the blood-stained wedding gown, her face twisted and horrifying, crashed fully into Bruce's arms. Cheap, pungent red stage blood smeared across his expensive tailored black suit, spreading into a vivid stain.

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.

The crowd parted, forming a path as if paving way for a divinity. A figure appeared on the far end of the path. A female. Dressed in a milk-white gown that shone even brighter than mine. Veiled like a real bride. A bouquet rested so well in her hands. Confusion surged through me, mingling with fear and pain. There was not supposed to be another bride today. ‘What is happening? Did we have a double wedding?’ I reached for Mina. silence. A chilling silence. She didn’t even stir to give me a signal that she heard me.

“Then that means you saw a ghost. Oh my, you must be so scared “I didn't see any ghosts. Let's just leave. I can't stay here for another minute.” “I hope you don't. Ghosts are popular In horror movies. Sometimes, they look handsome. I don't want you to fall in love with a ghost,” Giana joked, causing them both to laugh out loud. She did see a ghost. The only difference was that the ghost she saw was from her past and he was handsome too. Handsome was an understatement. The ghost she saw was more than handsome to her. He was gorgeous. Bree ignored the reporters who tried to hear what she had to say about the burning building. She made her way past the crowd with Giana beside her.

I finally managed to ask, my voice breaking, terrified, giving up, my pussy closing in. I married a man whom I didn’t know, who’s initially supposed to be a one night stand. And then, he forces me to marry him. After a number of months, he tells me he killed his ex ex-wife. Holy shit! I just promised to not run away. Oh bitch! Promises are bastards. I’m scared but so comfortable with him still. “ She failed to produce an heir. Rather, we failed to produce an heir. I was drunk out of frustration mistakenly killed her,” it was like the devil himself confessing his acts.

Because I highly doubted that a blade could wound an apparition- if that's what the thing even was. Low peals of laughter echoed through the woods as I brandished my Swiss Army knife, at a loss for how to use it. “Crap, no. The handle goes this way- oh my god it's coming closer! Nice- nice Mr. Ghost. Want a... Craisin?” The blade trembled with my shaking arm. If I were to run, the rider would surely catch me. He'd have much more difficulty navigating the ruins to reach the church's interior.

"Who exactly is Phantom?" "She was my father's eyes and ears in the organization. Giuseppe's wife." "Have you reported her disappearance to the police?" "Underground matters are sensitive. We handle our own business." Giovanni paused, then continued. "Besides, how would they find a phantom?" "What do you mean?" "Her alias isn't just a name, cara. She's virtually untraceable, a ghost." Carlotta fell silent, unsure how to respond. "Let's not talk about it for now. It's our wedding day. We should be celebrating."

Her eyes teared up as she spoke, letting her memories guide the conversation. “We married under the Blood Moon, formally acknowledging our duties to each other and to our pack before the Moon Goddess. She blessed us, finding ourselves with child before long, and she was our whole world. When Lisette was about ten, we got her first formal request for a betrothal. Of course, we said no. We wanted to wait and see if she would find her mate before we chose one for her. That was when we learned about the prophecy.”

The hum of the penthouse elevator pierced the afternoon lull, echoing off the marble and glass like a warning bell. Savannah, curled up with a novel she hadn’t turned a page in for over an hour, barely lifted her head. She was too tired to pretend to care—until the soft chime announced the arrival of someone unexpected. “Well, well. If it isn’t the ghost bride,” came a drawling voice laced with honey and venom.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .