You May Now Kill The Bride Book Novels & Stories

Grandpa had left earlier, leaving me alone with the silence of the room and the white dress waiting nearby. If I ran now, everything he'd spent forty years building went with me. I could survive a broken heart. I wasn't sure I could survive watching him lose everything else because of it. My phone suddenly buzzed. I looked down, and Xavier's name appeared on the screen. "Liana, where are you? The wedding is about to start." Before I could even type a reply, my phone started ringing again. Freya's name lit up the screen. I stared at it, my thumb hovering over the answer button. The memory of what I had seen flashed through my mind. My jaw tightened.

He asked. I clenched my jaw. “It does to me.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Let’s just say, my bride died this morning, and nobody knows. Now, you will take her place.” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. His bride died… this morning? Like on their wedding day? My heart sank. I was replacing his dead bride. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice raising. “Your bride died this morning, so you decided to pick the first woman you found in the forest?”

“I did not take that spoon!” The chapel groaned in response—disapprovingly. “I think the ghost agrees with me,” Ethan muttered. Alika laughed. Just for a second. And then the laughter died—because the burned symbol on the floor began to bleed. Real blood. Dark. Thick. Fresh. It spread outward in a perfect circle. And written in the center, carved by nothing: “One bride must burn. One groom must die. The rest... must watch.”

On its open page, words glimmered in fiery gold across the blood-soaked paper, in letters so large they filled the whole sheet but written in one sentence: “The bride dies tonight.” Camela breathed sharply as panic surged through her. Vincent’s fire blazed brightly, but his hands trembled with fear. The letters dripped with fresh blood, and then began to twist, reshaping themselves into a new sentence that still glimmered and was wet with blood: “Unless she obeys.” The whisper rose all around them—thousands of voices overlapping and merging into one command: “Read.” The giant book slowly turned its page by itself and dragged along as it moved.

"I came back from a journey only to realize that she was gone." "Gone?" "Disappeared without a trace. She had suffered the same fate, just like every other bride before her. It is all the Bride Thief's doing." That made Belladonna feel even more unsettled. She remembered a lot about Moria, the writer of the book she had read, "How Not To Get Chosen", the Bride everyone thought would be the last. "What about the ones that tried to kill you, Eli? What do you do to them?"

“You’ve rumpled and dirtied my clothes.” I straightened immediately. I stood up from the ground, trying to collect what remained of my dignity. My ceremonial dress felt like it was strangling me. I bent down and yanked off my heels one by one, throwing them aside. Killian watched the whole thing, still grinning like this was the most entertainment he’d had in months. Alpha energy radiated from him in waves, making my wolf pace restlessly inside me. “So the bride is making a run for it, huh?” His voice was lazy, teasing. “Don’t want to show how gentlemanly your future mate is?”

“Which is exactly why this is happening.” That made Elara pause. "What? How? Why?" Felix continued, his tone maddeningly calm, almost reverent. “You can say that... He’s proud.” The word landed wrong. Elara blinked. “Proud of what?” Lisa leaned forward, her eyes glittering, and her voice dropping conspiratorially like she was sharing the punchline to a private joke. “That he stole someone’s bride on her wedding day.” Felix nodded, entirely serious now. “Stole her! Married her!! Lives with her now!!!”

I'll be offended if you don't after that little threat of bankrupting me. Oh, my fucking- Was he even listening to me? Me: I hate you. Sure, it was childish to send that to him, but I couldn't give two fucks about that in my rage. He was frustrating, and he made me want to pull my hair out of my scalp. Aleksei: I heard it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, so I'll see you at the altar. Fucking kill me now. I glared at the screen, envisioning his severed head lolling a few feet away from his unmoving body, a pool of blood gathering around his...

Which was the face of a happy bride. I shut my eyes even tighter to stop the eyes that wanted to fall, I tightened them more to see if I could find the face of mama there telling me it will be fine but I saw nothing. I knew mama would be rolling in her grave at the sight of this unholy matrimony happening to her 12 years old child . I opened my eyes to look around to see if I could catch a glimpse of either of my brothers only to see that they had left the house already I was led out of the house to the even more imposing white Land Rover my new husband had been chauffeured in, almost my entire neighborhood had clamored outside, waiting to catch a glimpse of the spectacle.

Genelia's mother responded with her calmest tone with obvious sadness as Diana's eyes enlarged. Even if this thing is happening then it would be a total unfair decision for Bella. At least in case of Genelia and Diana they were married in their legal ages! "This cannot happen, we need stop this!" Diana spoke as her both her mother's and aunt's eyes widened at her audacity. There has always been a rule to regulate the brides before marriages, to make them learn etiquettes. The honour manners the females well for their husband. Bella's life would be so harsh if she will be attacked so suddenly with all those harsh demands of honour.