Corpse Husband Rings Novels & Stories

I was trying hard to not accidentally squeeze the life out of her. “Twilight, is a friend of yours?” Sora asked. “You didn't tell them, Ams?” He asked me. “What?” “That I'm your dear husband.” He did not just do that. “Wow, you sure know how to keep secrets,” Sora commented. “But where's your ring?” “I have it right here.” He pulled one out of his breast pocket and gave it to me. It was the classic gold band with a diamond in the middle. Well, it was a sapphire, but you get the idea.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

I throw it at him, clutching my towel that is nearly slipping off me. He captures the ring mid-air, and, glaring, closes the little bit of space I’d managed to put between us. He takes hold of me roughly, his hand swallowing mine as he tries to pry my fingers open. “You’ll fucking wear it.” “I fucking will not!” His turquoise eyes, eerily bright in this dim light, lock on mine. He sets one hand against my stomach and walks me backward until my back hits the wall. He slaps the ring down onto the writing desk beside us. I jump. I’m barely hanging on to the towel and a moment later, that’s gone. I’m naked and trapped by this man, my husband. My fucking husband.

The flower wreaths immediately caught on fire. The fire spread quickly and swallowed the entire casket within minutes. "Are you out of your mind, Hank Sandoval?" Officer Brewer hurriedly began evacuating the crowd. "Hahaha! You didn't see that happen, did you, Michael? Now, you don't have proof anymore! We'll see how you're going to continue running your mouth!" Hank exclaimed in glee. Ned also looked unusually excited. "By the way, there's something else you don't know. Your wife already gave me the password to her overseas accounts. The money there is more than enough for me to live a carefree life for the rest of my days!"

My body seems to be reacting in a weird way. “Bellezza,” he called, making me gasp in surprise. Vicenzo’s eyes darkened. “Listen to me when I am speaking.” I bit my trembling lips as I shook my head. “I-I wanna go home…” No matter how much I see it, the fact that he is a killer would forever linger on my mind. I cannot possibly marry a man like him. No, he’s a demon. A heartless monster. “This is your home now,” he stated. He took a step closer to me and held my face gently. I flinched, crying. “You’ll be my wife soon enough, baby.”

Bella dried her hair and placed the dryer on the dressing table, then her eyes fell on her ring finger. Bella looked at the ring and said, "I hate you Weston." Saying this she took out the ring. Just then the door of the room opened and Weston came inside. Bella saw him and moved away from the mirror and went near him and said, "let's go." Weston looked Bella up and down, Then he went past her and in front of the dressing table and picked up the ring. Bella was looking at him without any emotion. Then Weston kissed the ring and said, "You always make my job easier baby. Now I will make you wear this ring on our official engagement."

"However, you've just been quiet as if you're uncomfortable being here." "I'm good. I'm just… a little worried about my husband,” she touched her watch and rubbed it gently. “What… happened with your husband?” Anderson lowered his voice. "He's… okay," Claire shrugged, "I hope he's okay." "Claire," Anderson hold her hands, "what's wrong with him?" "He hasn't called me since last night, and I'm starting to worry about him," she lowered her head and took a deep breath, "I know it's ridiculous, but usually, I can always call him whenever and wherever he is."

I couldn't help but think that Ted was probably possessed. My mother had once told me a story about a ghost taking over someone's body. In the countryside a few decades ago, there was a man named Shane Thorsen. He was lazy, greedy, and loved beating his wife. In those days, everyone's sole desire was to work hard so their families had enough to eat. But Shane was the exception.

Charmee added with a laugh. Zelena took a deep breath. "M-maybe he’s just running late—" "Does he even exist? Because it doesn’t seem like it," Joanna teased. Everyone at their table laughed. "Of course I’m married! See?" she said happily, showing the wedding ring on her finger. "You can afford to buy a ring like that," someone commented. "Yeah, but you can’t afford to keep a husband. Aww," Charmee said with a smirk and moved aside. Zelena lowered her hand to her lap and couldn’t help clenching her fist.

I added, quickly leading him back inside, “He wore a ring. On his thumb. Black with a silver outline and this weird serpent symbol. I’ve seen it before. I know I have. But I can’t remember where.” We walked into the living room and I pointed to the journal on the desk. Alaric strode over and picked it up, his eyes narrowing when he saw the sketch. His entire body went rigid. “You recognize it, don’t you?” I whispered. He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were locked on the drawing. When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously low, “This ring belonged to a man named Cassian Dorne.” The name sent a chill through me, though I couldn’t place why, “Who is he?”