Ghost Marriage Novels & Stories

“Who?” “Oh! Did I answer without explaining the situation? My bad.” Grace clicked her tongue. “Diana died last October. The person you've been dating for the past six months was actually her ghost. I freed her spirit recently.” “What the hell are you talking about?” the man snapped. “You crazy bitch, I saw her. Do you think I can't tell the difference between a dead woman and a living one? And if you don't stop this stupid joke, someone is going to get hurt.”

Three months had passed since my husband vanished while hiking in the fjords. Then I spotted him in a VIP room at a Manhattan strip club, one arm wrapped around my adopted sister's waist, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. "Thank God you came up with this idea. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be free of that control freak." His friends raised their glasses and cheered, asking how much longer he planned to play dead. Alex swirled his drink as he considered the question. "Next week. Once the guilt and panic drive her crazy, I'll show up and give her a nice surprise." I stood in the shadows, watching him enjoy his newfound freedom. Then I called a friend who worked at th

“What do you want, Ghost?” “Some fucking honesty!” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. I flinch slightly, frozen under his piercing gaze. “You’re honestly going to marry a woman, which means this—us—will always be hidden. A fucking secret.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “What you want, Ghost, I can’t give you,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Ghost’s face twists in frustration. “I want some honesty!” he repeats, his voice raw. “What I want is for you to refuse to get married—or at least fucking delay it!”

Hank could not argue his way out of this without his father’s DNA. The public was having a field day while Hank battled it out with his family. Judging by the family’s interaction, some believed that Hank was himself. However, how did the whole mess happen? I dialed my assistant’s number. “You’re up.” An article made its rounds on social media within two minutes. “The husband of a locally recognized businesswoman fakes death to elope with mistress!” I recounted my experience in my previous life as if it was a story. Though no names were mentioned, Hank was clearly the protagonist of the story.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

How can I keep up with what he wants, so he doesn't have to look for someone else? Just like now, it never came home again. Our house is big, complete with everything, but I am often alone here. I feel trapped in a dark place; joyless, colorless, and lifeless. Zedrick and I have been like this for two years, since we got married, everything has gradually changed. My husband is rich and has his own business. Everyone admires it and even though they know that he is married, many people are still crazy about my husband. I know all that. Because of the whole year we were together, I did nothing but compare myself to my wife's becoming women. I like stalking on the internet, so I know that the wo

The Lord in charge of bringing in beings that their cases needed to be solved stood up and screamed two and a young female walked in. "Speak" "Master, a few years ago I dwelled among mortals in the earthly realm, got married, and gave birth to two males but then my husband found out that I was a ghost. I'm of the clan of your wife master. We settled it amicably and he told me to go back to my world but is allowed to visit anytime I want and our sons were OK with it." "I came back last night master to see that my house and all the properties my father left for me before fading away has been taken by my uncle and he refused to return them, now I got no place to lay my head."

Instead of feeling sad, she smiled widely. She jumped off the bed, slid the glass door to the side and went to the balcony. There, she inhaled a deep breath. After a while, she chuckled alone. Once again, she recalled the frivolous dream of last night. The long-haired blond with the beautiful appearance lingered on her mind. “What am I thinking? Someone like that cannot exist in this world.” She shook her head. She smiled all alone at the balcony while thinking of him. She felt a weird kind of relief after knowing the ghost she saw in her dream wasn’t a female. She thought it was funny but at the same time, it was impossible to forget such a person who possessed an appearance that was like n

“Twenty-three minutes.” ‎ ‎ ‎You’re a ghost,” he rasped. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“No, Marcus. Ghosts don’t breathe. I do.” I took a step closer. ‎ ‎"You can't do this," Marcus said. But his voice was shaking. "You're legally dead. You have no rights." ‎ ‎"Actually," I said, "I'm very much alive. I faked my death to escape an abusive marriage. That's not illegal. And I've been documenting your crimes for eighteen months. I have witnesses and evidence. And I have absolutely nothing to lose."