The Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

“What? We already talked about that. I need those fake documents as soon as possible!” The woman's voice was familiar. Trisha was the first to enter my mind. I even confirmed it when she spoke again. “I need that fake medical documents as soon as possible! That's what I'm going to show Caleb so we can get married early. I need to hurry up the wedding before Caleb thinks twice and maybe the witch Brittany will take away what belongs to me. So please, make a way. Caleb must believe that I am seriously ill or, better yet, say that my life is fixed when we get married right away. Just do you job! I'm paying you, don't forget that.”

“You read what you find. All of it. Even the part that hurts. And when you're done, you share one memory. But I get to pick which one.” More Hybrids were sinking into the cemetery dirt, but some were learning, staying at the edges, waiting. “Fine,” Tamara said. “No,” Kai grabbed her arm. “We don't make deals with ghosts—” “We don't have a choice.” She touched his face, trying to ease his worry. “Trust me.” The ghost clapped her see-through hands. Sounding like cracking bones. “Fantastic! Follow me, Bridge-girl. The rest of you, stay here.”

She gasped. "Ready to talk?" "I am not the bride for your Master." "Obviously." Girald replied, the knife still leveled against her throat. "No, you don't understand. My wedding was also today but there was a mix up and it's your fault." "The bride we were supposed to pick, was logged into the hotel next to the club we found you standing in front of. We asked if you were the bride and you said you were. You came willing to the Temple..." "Willingly?" She scoffed but Girald continued like she hadn't spoken.

“So… this is where you two first met?” Elena nodded slowly and closed her eyes. The sunlight cast a soft glow on her delicate face, painting her features with a quiet sadness. “Back then,” she said, her lips trembling, “he told me, ‘Elena, when we grow up, I want you to be my bride.’” Her voice broke, and when she opened her eyes again, tears had already begun streaming down her cheeks. Stephan clenched his fists. “Unbelievable. Even as a kid, Damien knew how to charm girls—and you actually believed him?”

“ as you like sweet heart.. “ responded a defeated grandpa “ and why don’t you like such occasions ?” asked Zanthus “ so many people and noise.” She responded digging into her plate when a knock interrupted them , a maid opened the door , it was an old woman , she looked tired and sleep deprived, “Maria‼” she called “ oh it’s Tengun’s mother..” spoke Maria Wren looked immediately at her husband who looked composed The woman entered “ wren give me back my child .. “ she screamed “ aunt what are you talking about . “

“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?”

My gaze was sharp as a blade, forcing her to keep shrinking backward. "Chloe, I'm genuinely curious. Can you teach me how a bride who never left the camera frame for even one second, in front of one hundred and fifty thousand people...managed to project her soul out of her body, teleport to the second-floor lounge, and pin you against the wall?" On screen, the comments were scrolling like a blizzard. [CALL THE POLICE. Arrest this lying fake-ass bitch.] [The bride was interacting with us the whole time. She didn't even go to the bathroom. Are you saying she assaulted her using telepathy?]