The Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

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.

But they were too late. Ghost had spent four months mapping this estate. Had identified every security camera. Had calculated every angle. Had positioned himself so carefully that no standard sweep would ever detect him. And even with these new personnel, they would be looking for someone actively trying to get close to the bride. They would be looking for an intruder. Ghost wasn't planning to intrude. He was planning to take the shot from the tree line and disappear into the woods before anyone understood what had happened. He would be gone before the bride's body hit the ground. Gone before security could respond. Gone before anyone could organize a pursuit.

The Ghostly Betrothal Vigil was the final rite before the deepest solstice nights — held in the moonlit Ghost Hall where the manor’s ancient spirits manifested most clearly. Ethereal figures of long-dead lords, ladies, and the Bound Spirits drifted through the vaulted chamber, their translucent forms replaying fragments of their own tragic love stories and broken pacts. It was here that powerful Alphas traditionally made formal offers of marriage or alliance, the ghosts acting as silent witnesses and judges.

The bride moved like silk in current. One moment she stood on the dock. The next her red sleeve wrapped around my throat, cold as drowning. "Hungry little temple," she crooned. "All doors, no depth." Ava swung. The crowbar tore through the bride's veil, revealing not Aunt Lan but a skull packed with pearls. The pearls opened tiny eyes. [Grudge source: stolen wedding offerings.] Madam Qiao had said paper goods mattered. So did offerings.

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

I knew the name she was about to mention or rather knows one at least. They must pay dearly for what they did to me and Vivian no matter what,even if it means bleeding out again,but this time they must bless with me. I looked at priya's face and from the look on my face,she immediately understood I was telling her to continue. “One is Sandra Raymond,the bride to Michael Raymond,who disappeared on her wedding day and hasn't been found till today,I'm still working on the case,it seem a little bit complicated. And the second name I hadn't confirmed yet and won't want to say something that isn't correct to you ma'am,but I assure you that once I get the name correctly,I will get back to immediate

she gasped into the wife’s mouth, and he obeyed, pounding deeper, the bed creaking under them. Another ghost produced antique toys from thin air—pearl vibrators, glass dildos, silk ropes. They bound the second husband’s wrists to the bedpost and guided his wife to straddle his face. She lowered her pussy onto his mouth, moaning as he licked her. The ghosts pressed a vibrating pearl to Mira’s clit while the stranger fucked her, the buzz sending shocks through her core. She came hard, pussy squirting, soaking the sheets and the stranger’s thighs.

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”