Ghost Marriage Novels & Stories

"Excuse me?" "The wedding," he repeated, louder now. "Five years ago. The one you ran from. My cousin... he was a caterer. He said it was... epic." He laughed. A cruel, jagged sound. "He said you ran out in your dress because you caught the groom with the maid of honor. Is that true? Is that why you're the 'Ghost'?" The silence in the room was absolute. People were staring. The editors. The buyers. The sharks.

Chapter 1: The News AURORA . “Popular tech mogul Bryan Liam was found dead in cold blood in his hotel room in Paris. Police say it might be the result of a botched robbery…” The voice from the television kept going, but those were the only words echoing in my head. That was my husband, Bryan Liam. The man I had been married to for four years. The same man I had escorted to the airport. He was dead. The glass I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Everything blurred. I saw flashes of my nanny rushing to grab my son, his piercing cries echoing in my ears, but it was all distant—like my world had paused.

Been gay since I was a kid, so I never had to bother about unexpectedly falling for those women I seduce every now and then. I rolled my eyes in irritation and disgust, wanting to snap the girl’s throat. It was clear she doesn’t genuinely care about him. I knew she was cheating on him from my reliable sources and I was already planning on taking care of her like I did his past girlfriends. I don’t hurt any of them, I just lure them away from him because they’re like bees to honey and can’t ever resist money. That’s all I sometimes need to throw in their faces and the rest is always history.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

They both were watching him. "Why are we discussing that bitch right now? I bet she's long dead." Ghost said, sounding as nonchalant as he could. It was another way to find out if she was really dead too. "No, son. She's not dead." Don Carianno chuckled. "Not yet." Ghost was lowkey ecstatic and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't supposed to matter if she was fucking dead or not. But his heart seemed to have a mind of its own, getting giddy over the news.

It’s Mother’s will. “Ghost, Milo and Lenora need to have a pup. When they do, it will be a girl.” I feel my voice trail off. “Lenora’s journey will end when the baby is born and my spirit will transfer to the pup.” “My mate is going to die?” He takes a step back and paces. “You’re lying. Why are you saying such disgusting things?” “I’m not lying. I wish it wasn’t true, but that is her fate.” Ghost looks at me, trying to decide what to do. I stay still and watch him. He’s a tracker. He needs time to absorb the details and read my body language.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

I replied to Lincoln and he just nodded in agreement with what I was planning to do. I've been driving the car for about an hour before we reached Morgan's pack land which is now considered as a no man's land because there is not a single pack member left in Morgan's pack. Lincoln and I got out of the car and then looked around the area. The place is very serene, the corpses of Morgan, his wife, and his pack members are no longer here because Kayden has taken them all to Mystic River where their funeral will be held when the full moon arrives.

Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back. This was truly a matter of death or worse for them. Cassidy proposed a most interesting idea. The graves controlled the ghosts' presence through a spirit mark that would appear on each grave when they needed to be in it. Cassidy saw it a lot in the real world with forgotten spirits. The colour was different but she knew it was the same type of mark. All they had to do was to move the tombstones to one place and have the ghosts fight from there. Protecting their homes on the move while helping to take down Logan. Everything could be put back to their rightful place afterwards.