Ghost Marriage Novels & Stories

My fist pummeled into hardened balls and my jaws tightened. Taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered on everything I had gotten so far. The Ghost apparently is someone close to me, my aunt's husband-an aunt whom I never even knew existed up until two months ago. Launching various attacks on my men and factories in Russia, he is out for revenge, and he won't stop until he gets his bloody revenge. A slow knock punctured the stillness of my room. A maid timidly walked in, bowing her head slightly.

She didn't want anyone else to know that Kevin was still haunting the house. Kevin has an important mission and she had promised to help him. It would be a problem if anyone found out that the ghost story was more than a rumor. She didn't want to cause an unnecessary fuss. "Really? Did the exorcism my mother and the shaman did success at that time?” Loren muttered to herself. But everyone heard it. “Your mother did an exorcism there?” Thomas asked, his forehead furrowed as he looked at Loren. "Yes. As I told you, the ghost that lives there is an evil ghost full of regret and disappointment. He died at a young age in an unexpected, even ridiculous way.” Loren laid that out as a fact.

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

“I have been trying every avenue… but she’s like a ghost.” “A ghost? A ghost!” Miriam shrieked, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. She stopped pacing and slammed her open palm on a nearby table. A small, decorative vase rattled, but miraculously didn't fall. "A ghost doesn't have a name. A ghost doesn't work at Vernbuilds Corps. A ghost doesn't have the man I want following her around like a lost puppy!” She was a woman used to getting what she wanted, and the very idea of an obstacle, especially a low-born one like Norah, sent her into a blind, vicious rage.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

I wanted to know what kind of effects someone could produce to make a house appear haunted. Archer Manor was the perfect place for faux spirits. It had a spooky vibe and a history of unexplained phenomena. Martha’s second husband was the perfect scapegoat to be the ghost. And who knew, maybe Martha was unhappy in her second marriage, and she did murder him. I needed to know exactly what we were dealing with so Amy could hire a psychic to get rid of the ghost or have someone arrested for harassment. After watching several videos of ghosts that had been produced by clever means, I had Amy watch a few with me. Heather did, too, when she arrived to help us make the beds.

"Usually when someone comes in, their relative is just dead. I have a ghost messenger look into it, get some basic personal information and let the seeker know that their loved one or whatever has passed on. I've never heard of a human looking for a deceased who's a vamp. I checked the websites, and there wasn't any real precedent." "It's okay," Shamira said. "You're the one, aren't you?" Gayla said with a nervous smile. "You look like her." "No way," Shamira said. "Samantha got all the looks in the family, but thanks for saying it. Ouch!" she added, rubbing her arm where Clara had just smacked her, rolling her eyes all the while.