You May Now Kill The Bride Book Novels & Stories

But I had been ready for anything, even this. My mind went blank when I felt his hand slide from my back to my waist, warm and certain. I heard him chuckle. "Scared?" he asked. "No," I quickly replied, though inside me I was scared like hell, my pulse hammering, every instinct screaming at me to run. Alpha Throne was just like a ticking bomb. The last bride he'd married, he killed on their wedding night. Everyone had seen her body displayed outside. It was just like walking on thin ice, one tiny mistake and I'd be dead.

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

Her body bucks as she cries out my name over and over, breathless and panting. Only when she's still, do I release her. Only when she's still, do I bring my lips to hers and kiss her again, let her taste us together. Because tonight is our true wedding night. Tonight, is when I claim my bride. My wife. And tonight, I vow that if any man should touch her, hurt her, fucking look at her wrong, I will kill them. I will tear them apart limb from limb with my bare hands. — | — |—

He killed the two main characters, but Harriet weirdly felt that wasn’t the important thing here. As the Villain returned to his castle, there was a very depressing scene depicted in the novel. A coffin full of purple flowers, a young maiden lay within. “My bride... Harriet...” And then, the novel ended just like that...? Harriet’s hand trembled. A streak of tears fell down her cheek, wetting the book, right in the word of ‘bride’. Her chest felt heavy but empty at the same time. What kind of emotion was this? And why... did she feel furious at this book? What was this plot? Why was nothing make sense?

Raphael raised a brow as he stared at Caspian. "My supposed 'bride' unfortunately died in the accident— don't you get what that means?" He asked as he saw their clueless expression which slowly turned into one of understanding. "That means…" Aeon exchanged looks with Raphael who nodded " The hunt for a bride is now on" "Exactly" Caspian nodded and turned away from them and walked to a table at the middle of the room. Different sizes of knives were placed there. Caspian picked up the smallest and twirled it in his Ii They'll find a bride for me instead, one they'll use as a weapon" He turned back to face them, a grin on his face "But I'll beat them to it"

he said, glancing at Myra again. "What is it?" I ask. "Lady Marienne was supposed to kill lady Myra but she lost control which is why she has not only been punished but will be executed tomorrow, that is, if she doesn't die before that," he informed me. His tone held a hint of malice which was clearly directed towards Marienne. So, that is what the High Queen had meant when she said that she had already dealt with my mate. For the first time in years, my hands itched to hold that silver sword with which Royals executed a misceant. I wanted to kill her for taking away my mate's life so easily.

My fingers ran along spines, brushing faded lettering until one title stopped me cold: "Moon Brides & The Marked." I pulled it down, careful not to snap the decaying spine, and laid it across the table. Inside: sketches. The first page showed a woman on her knees, hair streaming back like it was caught in wind, a crescent moon carved behind her ear—and a man on fire in front of her. My stomach turned. The next few pages were worse. “The Moon Bride,” it read, “is chosen by divine design, not by fate’s whim. Her bond is not forged by desire—but by divine necessity. To stabilize or to destroy.”

My pupils dilate as I shoot him a mortified look. Is he suggesting that …? He couldn’t possibly want to … No. No! As if reading my thoughts, he says: “Yes. I am sending you over to the Crescent Bloodmoon Pack to be Alpha Killian’s bride.” I collapse to the ground from sheer exhaustion. What he just said… Being Alpha Killian’s bride… It is tantamount to a death sentence.

“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?”

He said, “or…what is left of it at least, and I am supposed to be the head of it. The Don, so to speak.” His words crashed into me hard. Holy shit. If I wasn't sitting, I would've collapsed outright. But he wasn't done. “That's why those men are after me. Marco, my disowned uncle and currently the sole family member I have left, sent them.” He said, “He is actively trying to kill me in order to claim my inheritance and take hold of the Family.” I shook my head, rubbing my palms against my face to process everything. This was beyond surreal.