You May Now Kill The Bride Book Novels & Stories

Delilah's mind was spinning, her thoughts a chaotic blur of fear and anger. The cold metal of Vincent’s gun pressed against her skin, and the horror of the situation sank in fully. She had fought so hard to stop this wedding, yet nothing had prepared her for this kind of obstacle—a twisted takeover of her life. A strange, dangerous man had claimed her as his bride, and now she was staring down a fate she could never have imagined. Marco’s entire body screamed with frustration, his muscles tense as he watched helplessly.

He put his hands on his head. “So in the time that Elder Ke went to tell the other elders I went back to her and told her that the chief had said that she should wait for him near the men’s river. She stood by the men’s river, but she never actually crossed the fence. When they came it was believable because she was already near the fence. And they took her way-” “How could you do that to Rena?” Uma asked her, getting up and moving backwards. “You killed her!” “Uma you were going to marry her!” Gamu continued to cry. “What about me? I love you; she never loved you.”

***** Wedding morning Everyone was preparing for the grand wedding ceremony, it was definitely a wedding hall with such decorations, there were nearly five hundred guests, my wedding dress was one of the best design with different kind of pearls and diamond choosing by my mom and Mel Father was holding my hand and bringing me inside while hardy was standing on the stage looking charming mature, elegant and Noble yet still mysterious and perfect, my man was so perfect, he is so handsome I am indeed blessed and lucky, I will finally be called Mrs rovio, I joined him on the stage and the pastor join us together as husband and wife after our marriage vows, we exchange our rings "You may now kiss

I say, my voice dripping with disgust, "that the bride-to-be you sent to me — the one you claimed was your sister — is actually your mate? Isn't it funny that she has no clothes, zero possessions, no will made to her, no protection under pack law? Just a broken, traumatized girl with no way to defend herself?" I toss him across the room. He crashes into a table with bone-jarring force. The impact knocks the wind completely from his lungs, and he lies there gasping, struggling to draw air back into his body. Blood trickles from his mouth where he bit his tongue on impact. "You sent her to me knowing my brides die," I continue, walking toward him slowly. "You sent her thinking the curse would

Please readers am sorry but I have to post this side story before posting the continuation of the main book. Am having a writer's sickness so please. Title: My mafia bride: My Mistress Genre: Mafia Troupe: revenge, contract marriage, sold, b×g Blurb: " I can't be sold,even be given to him for free" I said with fake tears rolling from my eyes. " I killed your father and mother for this so you can't spoil it " Uncle Dave says into my ears quietly.

Or maybe that was his own pulse finally spiking. He leaned closer, close enough to smell her perfume. Different now, something floral and innocent that made him want to corrupt it with his touch. "How have you been, my runaway bride?" The words were barely a whisper, but they made her gasp like he'd shouted them. Her gaze darted frantically around the bookstore. Looking for escape routes, for help, for her father's watchdogs who thought they were protecting her from shadows when the real danger wore expensive Gucci leather jacket and smiled like sin.

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

" So, your turn; what brought you here?" Elora's head dropped as she tried to swallow hard, but she maintained the hardness on her face while Naya waited eagerly for her to spill everything she had always wanted to know. " I went on a killing spree, on my wedding day...". " Eh!?" Bree and Libby exclaimed in shock while Noely turned sharply at her with widened eyes and parted lips. " And end up killing four werewolves ", she completed her statement. " Woah!!" Bree shook her head, "What a crazy bride you are!" the side of her lips curled up into a smirk as she looked at her with admiration.

I watch as my bride dodges his blade, spins, and strikes beneath his raised arm nearly cleaving him in two. Blood covers us both. My bride stands still, inhaling deeply, which causes her breasts to rise and fall rapidly. She's never looked more beautiful. She turns suddenly and kneels by the woman. I know we are too late because I heard her last agonizing breath. The men had literally beaten her to death. I reach for my bride's arm, but she jerks away as she takes the woman's lifeless hand. "Why? Why would they do this?" Nothing I say will help, but I try. "This land is ungodly. I told you I hate it here and this is only one of the many reasons. I am sorry you saw this."

No fireworks. Just finality. The crowd erupts in applause. I smile for the cameras, for the legacy, for the lies. But inside? I’m already tearing it all down. I am now Mrs. Vitali. And part one of my father’s plan is complete. But this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. And someone in this story just tried to kill the wrong bride.