Ghost Marriage Novels & Stories

please note that James St patrick in this story line will also be called Jamie or Ghost st patrick and Angela will also be called Angie Paz is Angela's best friend Aaron is Paz's son,Tommy is James Elder brother and Kanan is James smaller brother and Tasha is James cousin. Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance.

“Good guy. I worked closely with Stuart before he died.” The sound of mattress springs squeaking and a bed banging against the wall suddenly had me laughing. “Karma would make a point of one-upping us.” Ghost smirked. “So what happened to you, Ghost? Did you grow up with the Henchmen?” “I wasn’t born into the club like you were. My mum remarried when I was ten, and her new husband was in the club. It was expected that I’d join up. I travelled around for a while after university before coming back here. I got my patch five years ago.”

"Dakota Perez! No matter if you're alive or dead, you'll forever be my wife! Mine! I won't let you off!" He raised the cleaver and started hacking at the door. The sound of the blade hitting the wood sent chills down my spine. My mom was calling the police on her phone, while my dad pushed furniture against the door to block it. Gordon kept slamming the cleaver into the door. He shouted furiously, "Even if I become a ghost, I'll haunt you forever! Even if you die, you must be buried right beside me! This is all your fault, you wretched woman! You had to make this a big deal!

This feels lighter, automatic—like stepping where the ground has already been mapped. They call me Ghost. It simplifies things. Ghosts don’t leave witnesses. Or questions. Or pieces of themselves behind. Conversation thins as I pass. People shift their feet. I registered the looks without meeting them. Curiosity from the younger ones. Calculation from the handlers. And something closer to superstition from everyone else. I am twenty-two years old. I’ve been killing since I was fourteen. The numbers don’t settle into pride or shame. They sit like inventory. A medic steps aside as I pass. His eyes drop to the insignia stitched inside my collar—black thread on gray. Ghost-class comes without ra

In the earlier years, Edward's business had flourished and expanded steadily. But one night, after a drunken encounter, Sethian was born. Edward, who prided himself on being a devoted husband and father, couldn't let such a scandal come to light, so he kept Sethian hidden away. However, Sethian's mother, Gianna Westbrook, was no easy opponent. She had frequently provoked Sebastian's mother, Helena Scott. With the stress of her work and her own health issues, Helena had passed away. After that, Gianna wasted no time trying to take Helena's place in the Lockwood family.

"A ghost baby?" Vera and Brandon traded glances with each other. This was their first time hearing of such a thing. "Cassian, what exactly is a ghost baby?" Brandon asked curiously. Cassian answered, "There are three types of ghost babies in this world. The first ghost baby is formed because its mother has gone through an abortion or a miscarriage. Since the fetus is either undeveloped or has newly developed, its spirit isn't accepted by the afterlife. Because of that, the fetus's spirit continues to linger in this world, so it eventually transforms into a ghost and sticks to its mother's side.

She looked at him as though she wished she could drag him into the grave to keep me company. "Grayson," my mother-in-law added, her voice shaking as she held out my death certificate. "It's true. Belle is gone. This is the proof." But Grayson didn't even glance at the paper. His expression remained cold and dismissive, his tone steeped in annoyance. "You'd go so far as to fake a death certificate just to keep this charade going? Isn't this a bit much? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?"

"Would you spare my life if I do?" "Nope." Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "Not after the endless atrocities that The Ghosters committed. But I can make your death quick." "I…" Mr. Moore felt a chill down his spine. He certainly knew how many terrible things The Ghosters had committed in service of Ghost. Skinning and butchering another human was basically child's play! Nonetheless, Mr. Moore hung his head after clenching his jaw. "I-I'll tell you… Ghost is looking for a new body that's compatible with the power of the spiritron vein, because his has already… already…"

“Couldn’t find the rest of the bodies or parts. So we checked the houses on either side. Eight more corpses, Echo. Some fresh, some… old. One house was set up like a fucking surgical suite. Another had medical lights, trays, drains in the floor. The other had a brand-new nursery, crib, diapers, clothes, and everything.” I shrug. “Sounds about right for the sick fuck.” Ghost groans. “Of course it does to you. He’d been living there for years. While they were dating he was already there. We found photos of her from before they even met. He was watching her long before she ever knew his name.” I take another slow sip. “Not shocked.” “So what now?” I ask. “Police?” “Nothing direct yet,” Ghost sa

Her lips parted in silent surprise. "You're back, did you get me anything edible? I'm hungry." A voice brings her back to reality. And she closed her lips and swallowed hard as she stared at the state her house was in. She had run away and changed everything about her including her name so that Zinedine wouldn't be able to track her down but how wrong she was, because since the past seven years she has been living with his miniature who had always constantly reminded her of Zinedine. The night she had spent with Zinedine had resulted in her pregnancy after a month she had failed to kill him at the party. Not knowing what to do since the people who had paid her had been tracking her, she had