You May Now Kill The Bride Book Novels & Stories

All the women who had brought me here. I would sit on the bench, Rex beside me, and watch the sun set over the roses. Red and white. Love and death. And I would smile. Because I knew, without a doubt, that I had found my home. The wrong bride had become the perfect match. And she would live happily ever after. THE END

they were going to slaughter me. ‎ ‎I was a pig being fattened for the slaughterhouse. And the wedding? The wedding was just the dinner bell. ‎ ‎"You sick bastards," I whispered into the darkness. ‎ ‎I grabbed the binder. I needed to take this. I needed to show the Council. ‎ ‎But a binder wasn't enough. It was just paper. Magnus could claim it was forged. ‎ ‎I needed names. I needed the network. ‎ ‎I dug deeper into the drawer. Underneath the binder lay a leather-bound book.

I already had a bad feeling, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what I read. “Wash them. Consider it your first duty as my wife.” That bastard. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the words, my breath coming out uneven. My vision blurred with hot, angry tears. He wanted to humiliate me. He wanted to break me. My wolf suddenly stirred inside me. Oh, Rhea... where have you been all this while? I tried to reach her, but then she slipped away again. No. Not now. Please, not now.

I thought everyone in the city knew what I looked like. I leaned in, pressing the cold edge of my blade just enough to scare her. The Vale would definitely start a war if I ended up killing their daughter before the marriage even happened. I felt her pulse pounding beneath the steel, but she didn’t flinch. A brave little bunny, hm? “Funny,” I whispered, inhaling her disgustingly sweet scent. “You talk like you’re in charge. Well, bunny. You’re not.” “Oh?” Her elbow slammed into my ribs hard enough, making me grunt.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

"It's seraphine! Someone get the pack healer" "Look at her..... even now she brings misfortune upon herself" whispered another pack member. Seraphine whispered a prayer for her children safety before succumbing to her injuries and slipping away into the darkness. **In another time, another world…** In the modern world, far from the ancient traditions of the Moonclaw Pack, a woman known only as Kira prowled the dark streets of a city that never slept. Kira was not her real name, but it was the only one she needed. She was an assassin, a master of the shadows, feared by those who knew of her and unseen by those who didn’t. Her skills were legendary, her ability to move without a trace, to elim

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

she glanced around, trying to find the dress he picked for her, not ready to acknowledge his crazy act. “I saw this tradition in Klean and I thought it was cute,” he answered. “What tradition?” “Well, the to-be groom asks the bride to marry him by getting on one knee and saying will you marry me? So, Mia Ainsworth, will you marry me?” he asked her. She seemed interested to know how this ends. Yesterday he had gotten on his knee to give her the gold and green ribbons and she wanted to see how this would go. “Okay, and then what?”

"His first bride had an illicit affair with her royal server, beheaded as a punishment. She was hung naked for a week in front of his territory till her body started rotting." Master Alejandro's words were literal torture to hear out, making a disgusting face madam Genelia's silent anxiety started growing up. She got extreme goosebumps. Feeling nauseous to even hear such an inhuman stuff, her stomach felt like being folded and sick. All these things were written on this book? How could one read that? Also how could it be so okay with people to normalise murder? How could people call this shit honour? It is a crime! "Disgusting."