What Happens At The End Of Corpse Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Oliver's gaze fell on Natalie, not on the stage. He knew exactly what video was about to play - the one he had substituted for Victoria's during the family meeting. "Adrian, didn't I tell you that marriage is a grave? Why rush to bury yourself?" The conversation in the video echoed through the speakers. "Who said I'm burying myself?" Adrian held a scantily clad model tightly in his arms and passionately kissed her. The party was wild, and Adrian, heavily intoxicated, promptly removed the model's remaining clothing and intimately leaned in for a kiss.

said Troy, as we quickly ran into the forest. When we arrived, we immediately smelled the slimy smell of blood. Eventually, we reached where the corpse was. I saw a lot of students around. Gossip and gossip. We walked quickly to the corpse, and the students leaned over. I quickly looked at it, and I fell down when I saw who the corpse was in front of us. Troy hugged me quickly. "Beatrice," I said, as I covered my mouth. I know she did something bad to me, but to be killed in such a brutal way? I don't think she deserves this. Whoever killed her was a demon. Whoever did this is ruthless. Her whole body was stabbed. Her other body was also severed. hideous. Dreadful.

The sound of their laughter grew louder. Scarlett sauntered forward, plucked the veil from Selene’s head, and slipped seamlessly into her place beside Cole. The officiant, unfazed, repeated the same words again. “You may now kiss the bride.” They kissed and the church erupted in applause as Selene lay dying on the cold, sacred floor. Selene tried to scream, but only a gurgle escaped her throat. Cole and Scarlett turned to her and stepped closer. “Now your company belongs to us, you dead corpse,” Scarlett sneered.

the voice called out to Vincent. Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out, gripping the edge of the coffin. “It's too late for that.” The Bride stepped forward from the shadows, her veil fluttering as if moved by a non-existent breeze. “She awakens when the bargain changes,” the Bride said gently. “And the bargain has changed.” Camela’s voice trembled. “What bargain?” The figure in the coffin turned its gaze back to her. “You don’t know?” It let out a rough, shaky laugh. “Oh… how perfect.”

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

But they had no idea that I already knew the truth and had already planned until then that I was going to wipe Cade’s memories tomorrow morning before their date. But by the time I reached near the waterfall, I felt someone's presence after years. Someone, with whom I never wanted to meet ever again in my life. Someone who snatched my happiness from me. Someone who wanted my power from me, nothing else. Someone whom I loved more than anything. “I am sorry, son. I had made a deal by agreeing to give the dead body of your human bride to a demon.” “What do you mean, father?”,

I lunged it straight into his heart as his eyes looked at me in shock. “This wasn’t worth it,” he whispered as his eyes closed for the final time. I had little interest in telling him how right he was because my head was already jerking up to see this Amaal, and she was trying to figure out how to take her mother’s body. I dashed myself toward her and threw a spell over the corpse, the sting of it made her cry out in pain. “Where is Meadow,” I said, grabbing her by the hair. I was quickly able to assess that she was not in fact mated. Stupid, no one is coming to save her. These vampires likely had their own agenda and just piggy backed on Lorraine’s vengeance.

“The corpse’s right here, and yet you’re accusing me of not having proof?” “Corpse?” Harvey showed a faint smile before walking toward the so-called corpse. He then slapped the chest of it and poked right at the stomach. The person who was supposed to be dead suddenly made an odd sound. At the same time, needles suddenly appeared all over the person’s forehead. When Harvey pulled out one of them, the person started coughing nonstop. “You turned the elderly man into a corpse with the Corpse Walker’s secret technique to frame my wife… “And yet you’re calling this proof?”

She would not even be surprised, they all acted weirdly, except Grandma, of course. She shook her head, she was watching too many true crimes lately. But her mind kept traveling to the image. She could just imagine how the news of her death would be reported on the TV news. An unwary Miami bride thought she had struck gold when she married the billionaire. Little did she know she know she would end up being chased in the woods at the next full moon for the symbolic bride porridge. And then the presenter, who looked like he might get sick, would go on to say the images were too gory to show.

Desperate, she reached into her purse with trembling fingers, pretending to bring more money—but instead, she pulled out a small silver penknife. In one swift motion, she plunged it into his neck. Luke’s eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. Blood poured from the wound as he stumbled back, clutching his neck. “You… little… witch…” he gasped, collapsing against the truck. Avery’s heart raced, her entire body trembling as she stared at him in horror. “I warned you,” she whispered, stepping back. “You should’ve stayed quiet in the dark.” Luke’s blood pooled beneath him, spreading across the asphalt like a dark secret seeping into the earth.