Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good little ghost hunter. You’re so fucking wet for us.” Elias took her from behind next, holding her suspended in mid-air while he railed her. Victor and Lucian took turns using her mouth and playing with her clit and nipples. Harper was a moaning, drooling, overwhelmed mess. “You three are going to kill me,” she gasped during a brief moment when her mouth was free. “Death by ghost gangbang. That’s a new one for the obituary.” Elias laughed and thrust deeper. “We’ve been dead for over a hundred years, darling. We have a lot of pent-up energy. And you’re the first living woman brave enough to spend the night.”

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

“I need to find a temporary wife.” Ghost choked on his beer. “A what?!” My smile widened. “And I have the perfect woman for the job.”

“We know because the whisperer whispered to those intended for the whisper. We may catch a whiff of it, however, there is nothing to tell. It’s just wind.” Hue became curious about its claim. “How sure are you the wind travelled alone? Although only a whiff, it is important.” The tiny creature trembled in fear. “Good master, what I want to say is, someone is talking to her and you should be extra careful about that.” Hue went silent, pondering deeply about its words. He noticed his wife had been distracted since her last conversation with Gomi. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. He turned around, tossed the tiny creature to the sofa and marched back into the kitchen.

the third ghost said. Azora chortled “I don’t care about the girl or her sister, all I desire is to get back my place amongst them and have my own pound of flesh.” The ghosts burst into laughter. “Of course you would child” the first ghost said. Azora buried a cruel smile at the end of her dark lips feeling extremely proudly of what she had ended up achieving for the day "all it took was one desperate little wolf" she burst into laughter.

His mind had blocked the aches and the pain which he got from the ferocious battle with the phantom, and at that moment, he felt them all return to his body. It wasn't imagination, after all, his mate was truly gone. Even in her death, the thoughts of her were his natural anesthesia which kept him going even in the pain.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

“No, that’s not dirty enough. It’s also not that funny. Um, well, I’d like to come on your cock after.” “Christ.” I feel like someone just shot me in the ass. As in, get your ass going before your cock gets too happy in the pants, and we end up like last night—hugely disappointed. At least, I imagine she was. “Is that too dirty? Not dirty enough? No, that’s not funny. That’s what it isn’t. It’s not funny if it’s true. I…I don’t know. You haunt me. If we were ghosts, I’m sure our ghosts would want to find each other and have sexy ghost sex. It would be even more exciting because then we could do all these weird ghost positions in the air and do it while hovering through walls.” She grins. “Ah

The waft of his musky cologne hits me when we enter, and I lose it all over again. “He’s alive. Ghost took him, though I don’t know where. I haven’t felt his connection sever though I feel his pain. I think Ghost is one of the best people to help him, he was a medic in the human army when he was young,” she says, patting the bed for me to sit. “I didn’t know that,” I say, as I wrap my arms around her.

I say, sitting next to my brother, and Wyatt nods, shrugging his shoulder. “I hope the guy didn’t stay alive to tell the tale,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. “He is alive, barely,” I say, shrugging it off. Ghost was extremely proud and happy because of the bets. Everything was against me, and he bet on me, so he won so much money he couldn’t even count it properly. “Can we talk about the reason we are all here on a Sunday evening?” I let out, and Wyatt nods. “I’ve got intel for you,” Wyatt says, passing me a folder. I frown as I see a picture of a man I have never seen before in my life. “Recognise the guy?” he asks, and I shake my head.