Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?" The person on the other end seemed unfazed as if already accustomed to such reactions. Ignoring the man’s agitation, they spoke in a solemn tone, "Mr. Hart, please remain calm. This is the city police department. We received a report about a foul odor coming from a rental unit and discovered the body of a young woman who had been deceased for three days. "The deceased has been identified as your wife, Winnie. Her daughter, Nina, is currently missing. If you have any information, please inform us immediately."

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

And then, a final image — the Grayson Veronin symbol painted across the wall in blood-red pixels. The same mark that had burned itself into the warehouse hours ago. The Ghost hadn’t just resurrected my father’s systems. He’d resurrected his enemies. For a moment, none of us spoke. The air inside the vault felt heavier than oxygen, like the walls themselves were breathing with us. Roman D’Angelo.

A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Stop… please…” she begged. But her body didn’t listen. One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "You feel that?" Sabine whispered. "That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife."

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

she softly whispered. His lips trembled as he replied, “More than my life itself.” “Then don’t choose silence,” she urged. “Not for yourself. Not for me.” The ghost’s laughter cut through both of them. “Beautiful lies. She tells you not to choose. But when the gravestone closes, she will be the one erased.” Vincent felt the words twist inside him like sharp blades. The ghost stretched out a smoky hand, and the journal appeared in its grip, with its pages fluttering open like wings. It glowed red as it opened, revealing dozens of names carved in blood within its pages.

Eventually, she disappeared from the group's view. And it's never... the end. +++++++++++ Dear readers, "Mrs. Cho" is a reference to the webtoon “Bongcheon-Dong Ghost” which features a ghost who walked in a limping manner. You may want to google it. It's such a delicious and horrifying story. I absolutely adore it. There... you've been warned. Until next time, my dears. This is your storyteller, The Diwata, saying good night.

The white lady agreed, “It’s not like she did this to me. My husband did.” “You heard her.” K Whatever shrugged and followed the woman ghost. Garfield was astounded and just shook his head, trying to catch up with them. “You’re such a weird reaper, man.” One of the three ghosts who came along to watch commented the same. “Yeah, where’s your common sense?” The other laughed as he said this. Garfield ignored them and rolled his eyes. There's no way this plan will work, and he has no idea what Player 7 is up to. Nonetheless, he listened to her for a while to see where things would go from this.