Novel & Cerita Corpse Husband

Sabrina’s husband? Coral was instantly stunned. “She…she doesn’t have a husband, she’s a slut. She has been fooling around with men for more than ten years, so surely there’s nobody out there who would want to be her husband… You... What's your name?” As Coral asked these questions, blood kept gushing out from the wound on her chest. By now, she was already numb to the pain. She didn’t even realize that she was basically on death’s door. Instead, she continued looking at Sebastian.

A cold rush moved down my spine. “You’re not… you’re not my husband,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled. But it wasn’t Marcel’s smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. It was cold. Empty. “Hi there,” he said softly "and thank you for not interrupting my session last night” My heart sank, his words echoed in my head. “It was you last night…so my husband didn’t....” before I could finish, he grabbed the metal rod lying on a dumpster and swung it at me....pain exploded at the side of my head

My husband Damien rushed over from the Elder Sanctum, where he had been accompanying his ex-girlfriend Vivienne for her Blood Withering treatment. Damien was the Vampire King's Chief Enforcer — the most powerful authority beneath the throne. Three hundred years of service. He had seen every kind of brutality vampires were capable of. But even he flinched when he saw my body. Days of decay in the cold cellar. My face smashed beyond recognition. Deep cuts everywhere. My neck nearly severed. Damien steadied himself, then crouched down to examine the body. I watched, heart pounding, as he lifted the blood-soaked cord from my neck.

My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation. In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well. Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

"Ghostlord, I remembered you told me you're married and your wife keeps you on a very tight leash the last time when we were both online. That's why you weren't sure whether you can join this conference. So I didn't expect to see you here. How did you manage to get your wife's permission?" Ghostlord — who was sitting languidly — suddenly sat up straight when he heard what she said and his eyes became unbelievably cold under the mask. Corinne sensed something was off. 'Did I say something wrong? I was only trying to make small talk,' she wondered with a frown. After a few seconds of silence, Ghostlord coldly said, "My wife and I have divorced." He then finished his wine in one go and closed h

She cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "Igor must be in a meeting. I'll tell him when he calls me back after the meeting!" I took a deep breath and looked at Renee. "As your lecturer, out of responsibility for you, I'll tell you again. My husband is dead. If the person who got you pregnant told you he was my husband, then you've probably been scammed! Also, I don't know how you got that photo, but Lenis Corporation has been under my leadership in recent years—" "Pfft! Candice, you're so shameless. You can't be trying to say that Lenis Corporation got to where it is today because of your leadership, right?"

The husband just got more and more crazy on top of her body. It turned out that the husband's ultimate weapon, which had been standing upright, was no longer able to resist the temptation of his wife's body. Felix immediately removed his boxer shorts. His combat equipment is combat-ready now. The husband then began to spread Cyra's legs and tried to insert his ultimate weapon into his wife's heaven on earth. It was tight in there, and Felix liked it. Her husband began to do his death shake, which at first was slow but deep. "Ah ... out! Mas! My husband ...!" Cyra raved.

Sure enough, the sound of blaring music and unintelligible shouting came through the line. "Claire! Do you hear me? You think you’re safe with that jerk?" Arthur’s voice was slurred and emotional. "I know something, Claire! Your husband... he doesn’t have proper civil records in this city! I hired someone to look into him, and he’s a ghost! He has a dirty secret that could destroy us all!" Claire looked at Julian in panic, but Julian looked surprisingly calm. There was no flash of fear in his eyes. Instead, he reached for the phone from Claire’s hand with a quick and steady movement.

Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Zack began to carefully reassemble the flesh and bones. He continued on for a good 20 hours, not daring to rest for even a second. Finally, he managed to reassemble my entire body. Unfortunately, I was without a head—the drug dealers had fed it to the wolfhounds in order to exact their revenge. Although everyone present were experienced detectives or forensic pathologists, they still couldn't help but gag. Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy tab