Corpse Husband Real Name Novels & Stories

I commented. I made her seat in front of me and hug her from behind. She is resting her back in my chest. I kissed her forehead. It is just like it was yesterday when she asks me the work of being a fake husband. That is the ridiculous thing I heard but the most wonderful thing I agreed with. I, Wilson Martinez, the fake husband now the real one is signing off.

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

The Stewarts never mess with Twilight City's drama, but now…" Even the bigwigs in the villa could not resist the juicy gossip, murmuring in hushed tones. "Have you heard? The Johnsons' oldest son died, and the second one lost his marbles." "Lost his marbles? How?" "Word on the street is the second son's head over heels for his sister-in-law. He wants to ditch his wife to marry her, and get this—he's claiming he's been body-snatched by his brother." "No way! That's insane!"

It was probably Kelsey. "I know this man and his best friend. His best friend is named Max Cairncross. He owns a small company. Usually, he looks very proper, but privately, he is disgusting. "Last month, I was walking my dog in an underground parking garage. Guess what I saw? "That is right. I saw Max Cairncross and this man's wife in a car together. You know what I mean. "Max Cairncross even hired a professional collections team to force this man to pay. I think this guy really does not want to live anymore."

I almost laughed. They weren’t completely wrong, I was with an older man. But not the disgusting caricature they were painting. Not some greasy, fat man with a beer belly and wandering hands. Hades was nothing like that. He was far from it. And more importantly, he wasn’t some stranger paying for my body. He was my husband.

But instead of commenting, he simply says, "Congratulations, Mar. Even if you did just marry an asshole-better an asshole I know than one I don't." The Corpse Bride, Mar, lets out a light laugh, waving him off. And that's when I really see him. Beneath the elaborate makeup and dramatic costume is a genuinely beautiful man. Ginger hair, striking green eyes, freckles scattered across his skin like he tried to cover them but didn't quite succeed. He's about my height, a full head shorter than Liam and his husband, but unlike me-who finds Liam's height endlessly annoying-Mar seems to love looking up at his new husband.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

"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 said, holding on to my hand, comforting me and silencing my worries as I smiled wistfully at her. "Wait....you said our kind of men...does that mean?" I asked as I looked at her in bewilderment "Yes, my husband is the head of the Brazzilian cartel and mafia, he is the ghost king," she said, making my eyes widen as I remembered Dominic's file on him in his office one day when I was snooping. He was the one who returned to Brazil three years after being declared dead and killed more than half of the men in his inner circle, including his cousin.

‘This man here is pretty handsome, but still less compared to me…’ That was just how confident and cocky Alex was. However, the Corpse King’s daughter was actually a corpse. Alex couldn’t imagine how they both would embrace and make out. It was a terrifying thought. He saw the man’s mouth twitching in disgust. The man even seemed to shudder, like shivering after coming out of a bath in cold, bitter winter. His heart couldn’t handle it. The man said, “Don’t say something so foolish; this isn’t your choice to make.” The woman sneered and frowned. “You ate my Spiritual Corpse Bead, so you are, in fact, my husband. And no one in the universe can change this, am I not right?”