Ghost Marriage Novels & Stories

The Ghost is my father's former lover, a crazy woman who is power-hungry even in death. My father, warned me about the restless of the Ghost of the forest, the woman he once loved. She planned to murder my father on their wedding night and consume his soul. When the plot was revealed the Wolf People Clan put her to death and she's been wreaking havoc on the world ever since her dying day. But now she has Lucia, a foolish girl, a pon in her schemes.

“Stay here? Why would I ever want to stay here? What sane person will want to stay in this house? For goonessakes there are ghosts in here! How are you not terrified out of your mind?” “We are related to Naomi Brooke remember? Ghosts can’t hurt us.” “That is the most ridiculous thing in the entire world. How can being related to her protect us from GHOSTS? Just so we are clear missy, we are in no way relted to nana Brooke, whoever she was. I know I went along with that lie when we were looking for a plumber, but you can’t say that to anyone again. As you clearly stated, you are over 18 now. That means you can be tried as an adult for impersonation.”

He said nothing, just stared at me. I pressed a hand to my burning cheek. The scene was identical to my previous life, down to every detail. My would-be parents-in-law were sobbing uncontrollably. Elsa and Larry hovered at their sides, offering comfort. In front of my eyes, lines of floating comments scrolled wildly, like a barrage of invisible subtitles only I could see. They were urging me to remain a faithful widow, to wait patiently for Thomas Warsh's return. However, what they did not know was that Thomas and I had never even registered our marriage.

“You’re asking about a man who doesn’t exist.” A cold laugh left my lips. “Funny, because that ‘man who doesn’t exist’ murdered my fiancé” I muttered. Anabelle’s expression flickered briefly but Marlo, however, didn’t move. “I don’t know what you think you know, but you’re mistaken” he said calmly. “No, I’m not” I replied immediately. Several gunshots echoed through the house while we hid, protected by Mortis and other men. “You’re chasing a ghost. There is no husband” Marlo continued

he said like an evil lawyer he is. "Son-in-law, help us please, I meant no harm." “That is why you stood to object?” I ask him, “see you were fooled by that woman, but you still came here and disrupted my wedding thus you need to pay the money.” “Clay love, are you serious, he wanted to tell you a little secret about your wife,” Hailee said arrogantly, “turns out she is only marrying you for a green card.” I laugh at her absurdity, “do you think I am stupid Miss Leech? I know Kaleah’s circumstance already.”

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

Ghost simply got the job done. My jaw tightened. “The timing…” Nico nodded his head before I even finished the sentence. “That’s exactly what caught my attention.” Ghost had disappeared for nearly two weeks. During that same time, my security firm detected an attempted breach that nearly got through. Then Ghost vanished. Now Ghost was back. Ash growled. “That isn’t a coincidence.” No… It wasn’t. Nico leaned closer to the keyboard, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. “I might be wrong,” he said, “but if I had to bet…” He pointed toward the monitor. “I’d say Ghost took the contract job.”

“I am growing older each day. Will I leave this world without ever holding one? I have everything I need, but the cry of a baby is something nothing else can replace. With each day, my time is slipping away. You are a man, so you believe you can marry whenever you like. But I cannot wait forever. Even if you got a woman pregnant today, I would still have to wait nine months. And that wait has not even begun, because you have not chosen anyone.” “Who are you trying to pair me with now, Mum? The ghost you once told me about? The one who supposedly had an accident?” I asked with a trace of frustration. “Just listen to yourself, Ferdi. Since when do ghosts get into accidents?” she replied, her t

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it