Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

Freeda POV I sat in the makeup room, adorned in my wedding dress, as the makeup artist meticulously worked on my hair. I unlocked my phone, only to be greeted by a sea of gray across all werewolf websites and apps. Every feed was flooded with news of the Lotus Pack's funeral. The photos showcased Hogan and Julian flanking Cecilia, framing her like a princess with her guards. The comment sections brimmed with sympathy for her. Some were even berating me and Vahn.

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.

"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.

Mom and the others went back to the city before I did, so there were times when I still kept seeing my cousin’s ghost a few days after the burial. And yes, he was still a child everytime I would see him... Sorry if my story got too long but I hoped you all enjoyed it. +++++++++++ And yes, dear readers, I do hope you enjoyed that story too. Until the next time we meet, this is The Diwata, your Storyteller from the Supernatural Spa saying... I hope to see you again soon and fare thee well.

She shyly noted them. “No worries. Understandable.” K Whatever nodded and continued to follow her, along with her perplexed partner and three ghosts who joined them. Garfield, who felt his common sense leave his brain, could not help but commented, “What do you mean understandable?” As he looked at K Whatever, he pouted. “Don’t you feel sad? We should say sorry instead of that!” K Whatever halted and tilted her head back at him, “Why? She’s dead.” The white lady agreed, “It’s not like she did this to me. My husband did.”

"So this would be my new home for now. Where are we marching to?" "Back to where you're coming from," Xavier replied. "It's time I taught my uncle a bitter lesson." Ghost was still pacing about in the throne room when he heard the murmurs of people outside his palace. His eyes were red from lack of sleep and he had grown slimmer in the past weeks. His long white hair now looked more grey than white and it was twisted in locks in a few places. To say, Ghost looked as haggard as an old man without a home. He was stressed, and losing his mind. None of his men were bringing any positive reports for him from the West again. Apparently, warriors he had sent there to help protect Obada had decided