Corpse Husband Novels & Stories

"Gosh this is really funny! What the hell is my husband key doing with cherry? Coral couldn't take this anymore but felt so Angry at her and disgusted. How could she really think of doing This to her? But she isn't really sure what the problem could be between them and what relationship they really have. "Coral didn't say anything to her before landing her a dirty slap on her cheeks. "where's my husband room key and when did you start having access to my husband things? Which thing do you really play in this house while I was away? Mrs. Coral ask as she touched her face.

The DNA test results for the body parts came back. It was now confirmed that I was the victim Nathan had turned into those specimens. When Nathan heard that, he froze for a moment before fervently shaking his head. "No. That's impossible. How could she have been Charlotte? No. There's no way… Definitely not…" The police placed the report in front of Nathan and said, "It's true. The body you cut into pieces belonged to your wife, Charlotte Forrest!" Being an academician in the medical industry, he knew full well how irrefutable the report was. The police had no reason to trick him.

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

She glanced at Sigourney, and seeing the same heavy expression still on her face, she spoke slowly. "It's not just the same name, Sigourney." Grace pressed her lips together. "The CEO of that corporation... is actually my husband." Sigourney feigned great surprise, tilting her head toward Grace with a look full of doubt. She blinked, her tone rising, her face openly bewildered. "What?!! Didn't you say your husband only ran a small company?" "This is the 'small company' you were talking about?" She exclaimed in disbelief, while Grace awkwardly brushed her hair back. With a faint smile, she said,

A corpse? Then I see it—carved into the glass at the base of the coffin: Sorava. My breath stops. The name he had moaned. “I was wondering when you would find her.” A screech leaves my lips as I turn around to come face-to-face with my dear husband, Ragnar. He stood by the doorway, his expression cold as ice. Hardened to stone.

"You shouldn't waste your energy talking to a rotting corpse." A rotting corpse. The words sliced through my heart like a jagged blade. How could he say that to me? He loved me. We had spent years building a life together before we got married. Or at least... I thought we had. Adrian turned back to face me, a cold, ruthless smile spreading across his handsome face that made me shiver under the thin hospital blanket. "To be honest, Elena, you weren't supposed to live long enough to witness this." "I thought..." I gasped, fighting for air as the heart monitor began to beep faster.

he asked, making my eyebrows lift. “Checked her body?” I was sure that in my memory I never once saw Cassandra’s corpse. “I never saw her body.” “That’s impossible. The doctor said her husband signed the cremation papers and took her ashes. How could you not see her?” “Her husband…?” This whole situation clearly rattled me. I went through every bit of information I had—and found something that instantly made me clench my fists tight That bastard. His friend—he seemed the most likely in this situation.

He returned as promised, but unknown to me, he was no longer my husband. You were born with a rare rhesus blood defect, requiring an immediate blood transfusion. Your father was the obvious choice, but I should have noticed his hesitation. Once you were out of danger, we left the hospital, and I began to notice his strange behavior. He twitched anytime I asked him to do simple tasks, especially when holding you. One night, I demanded to know what was wrong, and he screamed, falling from the bed. "Stay away, woman! Enough is enough! I will tell you the truth. I am not your husband. That idiot trapped me in his body, made me a servant to mortals with the Grace of God, and left me under the ete

“That deal is too soft now. You know she was meant to drop you. You know she kept you. So Hale names the real price.” The house felt smaller. Reed’s chair creaked. Cole went still. Tessa watched Lily-Rose. Jimmy watched the space between Lily-Rose and Sienna. Mara pointed down the inner hall, past the workrooms, to a darker corridor Lily-Rose had not been allowed through. “Two doors.” She held up one finger. “First. The wife spends one night in the inner house without Sienna. Alone with Hale rules. No collector in the bed. No Reed at the door. In the morning we see what she is when the woman who kept her is not in reach.”

Mandy returned and was flabbergasted. I didn't give her a second to think. "Dr. Spears, my in-laws seem to be unwell. Could you please take them for a check-up while I get my husband to the funeral home?" I had just taken Dylan's death certificate from Tiffany's hands. With this, there was nothing that could stop me from burning him alive. Mandy turned pale. "I'm more familiar with the funeral home's procedures, maybe I should—"