Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

Beyond her toxic apple scent, I can smell several male wolf scents along with some bodily fluids I’d rather not think about. “Oh, shit.” Ghost whispers. “Does this mean our mate is going to hang you by the ceiling from your dick?” “What?” I freeze when I remember Lenora’s warning. I grabbed this woman to stop her fall. I sniff my shirt. I’m coated in her scent. “Fuck.” “We can still go on that date if that’s what’s hangin’ you up?” She tilts her head. “I won’t take your money and run.” “Well, you’re already a dead man walking. Might as well pay the nice lady.” Ghost shrugs. “Not going anywhere with her nasty ass, but if she saw where Minnie went, whatever.”

"Please, Wyvern…" The devilish lady twitched, clearly resistant. "If the manager finds out—" "Your manager is nothing!" Wyvern grinned, baring his teeth. "He was The Ghosters' lapdog, but guess what? Newsflash—they're all dead!" "What?!" the lady exclaimed in shock. "What? Didn't you hear me?! The Ghosters are dead! Even their boss is dead too!" Just as Wyvern finished raving, the door up front suddenly opened.

Wanda questioned her with raised eyebrow and Jasmine simply smirked wickedly but before Wanda or King Aldrich could say anything further hustle and rustle started going around them, aggressive winds started blowing around them in circles, this force was so strong that Wanda and King Aldrich both almost lose their balance and fell to groud “YOU FUCKING WITCH… WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING…..” King Aldrich quickly screamed on top of his lungs but before he was able to do anything seven ghosts, four male and three female appeared right in front of him… they were the ghost of all his brother and sister that he had killed himself…. “Wh.. WH… what did you do…?” Wanda questioned jasmine by staring at

“Especially considering there’s a dead body right fucking there.” We both laugh, the tension cracking just slightly, and I lean into Ghost again, letting him hold me because, fuck, I need it right now. “Like I care,” Ghost taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. “I’d happily fuck him on his grave.” “No,” I mutter, shaking my head against his shoulder. His laughter is loud, unapologetic.“Guess I found one of your hard limits,” he muses. “No fucking on your father’s grave.”

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

She didn’t entered into Marylyn she wanted her to enjoy her moment with Manuel but she couldn’t sit and watch them having sex and she disappears back to the hospital walking around only for she to see a woman crying and she stood staring at the woman and the woman stood up and walks to her and she says to her “ Can you see me? The woman asks in tears and Evelyn looks around because as far as she knows no one has seen her since her death. “ Can you see me? She replied with a question. “ Yes, I can see you” the woman says. “ Meaning we can see each other right? Evelyn asks. “Yes” the woman answered. “ Why are you crying? She asked the woman. “ My husband mistress asked that I should be killed

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

I reply, my voice remarkably level despite the panic screaming inside my head. “A pity,” the Ghost whispers, tilting his head slightly beneath the hood. “A well-fed vessel always puts up a better fight. Lotus was weak because he stopped aging before his body developed, so I would not have enjoyed fighting him. The werewolf you broke in one strike though was a bit surprising because I have heard news of how powerful he is.” It is still surprising to me too, but thinking too much about it won’t solve anything because what’s done is done and I survived which is the most important part of participating in the Dance of the Dead.

“I should’ve billed Bernard extra for emotional damages.” Another pizza roll disappeared. “You know what?” I pointed toward the screen. “I’m taking toilet paper with me next time anyway.” Not because I planned on visiting another porta-potty. Because Ghost had a sense of humor. I could appreciate that. Most hackers tried to disappear. Ghost entertained their self while disappearing. That told me something about them. More than you would think. They wasn’t panicking. They wasn’t reacting. They was planning. That made them dangerous.