Corpse Husband Novels & Stories

Then, I grabbed the ashtray nearby and smashed it hard against his head. “Who are you? My husband’s been dead for a week now. There’s no way you’re him!” The ashtray hit his skull. Blood immediately started trickling down his face. “Ouch! Eve, what are you doing? I’m Mark! Stop!” I pretended not to understand and kept swinging the ashtray at him. “You’re sick! My husband is dead, and here you are pretending to be him! Imposter!” To avoid killing him, I started hitting his body instead. Soon enough, he was covered in bruises.

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.”

Roberto said, breaking us off from our stare off as he straightened from the corner of my eyes, behind the disfigured glass where he stood, "What tattoo do you want? I am sure I can-" "No!" Dominic grumbled, glaring at Roberto, the latter of whom shrank back instantly as he took in my husband's frightening expression. "The only way you, or any other male with a working dick will touch her, is if I am dead, and there is no way to come back as a ghost, because not even death would seperate us from each other" My husband said, now on his feet as he glared at Roberto, the latter who hid behind te glass, not daring to show his face.

My eyes move on their own, drawn to the sounds coming from beside me. A strangled gasp leaves my mouth as my eyes are confronted with a horrific sight. The dripping sound I was hearing wasn’t from dripping water, but from blood dripping from the lifeless corpse of my sweet Takoda. My body jump backwards on its own when the lifeless corpse of my dead husband reaches out a hand and tries to grab me. You didn’t protect us. He accuses, his voice a whisper on the wind. A sob escapes me at the reminder that I stood there in shock as my whole life was taken away from me.

I pick up the file and turn to the next page where it shows the grotesque pictures of how their bodies were found. It doesn’t look like an accidental death. It looks like they were murdered. My husband is a monster and he murdered these men, he murdered Chase Tomas. I run to the bathroom and I hunch over the toilet, the grotesque pictures play over and over in my mind as I empty my stomach in the toilet bowl. I slowly sit down and wipe my mouth off. My husband is killing people and burning them in fires. My husband KILLED MY FATHER.

Once there was enough space, Beta Ryan dropped the body. Noah tries to walk in, but he staggers back “For fuck’s sake!” he growled as I bit my lower lip. ‘Guess it works’ I retorted as Sage rolled her beautiful Amber eyes. “Where will you sleep? You can’t—” “I have slept in the same room with rotten corpses. This is nothing,” I retorted, forgetting that he probably doesn’t know that. “Rotting Corpse?” he turns to me as I swallow hard. “I mean my husband. He was…” I pause as he stares at me. He chuckles before making his way out of the tent.

"You swore you'd give Clara eternal happiness, and because of that promise, I helped you kill your two brothers!" There was a collective gasp from the crowd. Connor's two older brothers had died under mysterious circumstances. For years, their deaths had been called an accident, an unfortunate twist of fate. But now, Harold had shattered that illusion, revealing that Connor had orchestrated their deaths. "Harold, stop making things up!" Connor barked, desperately dodging another strike. The next moment, Harold lunged, his claws a deadly arc targeting Connor's throat. Though he managed to deflect the blow, the force of the attack still cut deep into his shoulder. Blood bloomed across his torn

I sighed turning around again and entering the basement with her behind me. There was a bad smell in there I had to cover my nose and mouth. There was dried blood and fresh blood. I yelled, backing away when I saw the body of a tied man on the chair. "Is he dead?" I widened my eyes in horror. She went towards him and put her fingers on his neck to check his pulse. "Definitely Dead." "Oh my god!" I was ready to cry. "Okay, okay, don't cry. Look at this, this is what your husband does. He is a soulless demon who tortures and murders people. " She tried to convince me.

Justin replied as if he did not care about their fury at all. The homeless man's face was full of pain. His wife went missing a few days ago with no traces to be found. There were rumors that his wife was killed by a vampire, which he did not believe. Unexpectedly, he actually found evidence today. However, even if he found the truth, so what? He was here alone and had no way to escape. At this moment, he saw a body hanging on a hook. He thought the corpse's clothing and appearance seemed familiar. “Honey!” the homeless man screamed in misery.

Lorey gathered the dirty dishes, put them back in the food tray and left the room to give the couple some privacy. Alpha Callum settled in the chair, facing the bed, gazing down at Clarice. "Are you ready to hear the bad news?" he asked. "I'm ready. Bring it on," Clarice replied bravely, bracing herself for the bad news. Alpha Callum cleared his throat. No need to sugarcoat his words. "While your husband married another woman in a lavish ceremony, a few men were digging your grave in the cemetery, burying an empty coffin in it. Then an epitaph bearing your name was placed on your grave after the burial was finished. In short, in Alpha Bruce's household you are declared officially dead."