Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

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."

And those silver-blue eyes when they locked with mine… I don’t know why, but I still can’t tell if she’s human or a werewolf. 'You know we want her laid out beneath us,' Ghost said. “No. I don’t want her.” 'Oh, but you do... Can’t you feel it? If she was the one giving that blowjob instead of your own hand, you’d have come in seconds.' “Well, that’s your damn fault—with all your twisted fantasies,” I muttered. 'You came back home without getting laid. We’ve got the money. We already tasted Marirose’s virgin pussy—' “I don’t let anyone step on me. You know that.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Jino said teary then he died after he gave his chakra to his twin brother. He gave his last chakra to his twin brother. He howled and howled and cried. He wants to kill Alex right now to avenge all his clan. He left the place with tremendous resentment toward Alex. He promised his twin that he would become the supreme ghost werewolf someday. The neighbors were both shocked when they saw that the Macrobat house was burning. They don’t have a choice but to watch the house until it turns to ashes. “I think that Molina and her daughter will already die, they can’t survive that kind of explosion.”

I want to know if it's a trap for us too or what. At that I noticed that the woman laughed. It was such a chilling laugh and so dry. It was as if she had glass in her throat that made her voice crack. -Charles, Charles, what are you doing with them here? -And then the woman slowly turned around. As she did so, I stood there staring at her: her eyes were two white holes and she had black all around. Her teeth were so sharp they didn't look like human teeth. Her face had holes in which there were worms hanging out of them. And his fingernails were long, full of dirt and badly cut. It was horrible. And disgusting. I felt like I was going to faint but I didn't. I had never seen a ghost like that

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.

The colleague beside me asked her, “How do you know that?” Yvette smiled faintly and answered bluntly, “I never had the chance to mention it before. I am actually a corpse whisperer. I can sense the spiritual world, hear the whispers of the dead, and know what they went through in life.” In an instant, the world spun around me, and my vision went black. The scene was exactly the same as in my previous life. From that day onward, Yvette’s identity as a corpse whisperer spread like wildfire. She became a sensation.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

"Leah, what are you looking at? Let Grandpa have a look too." "It's this one!" Leah suddenly held the comic in front of Dean Phillips. When he saw the content, Dean Phillips' smile froze in an instant, and he stepped back in shock. Ghosts... ghosts! "Isn't it interesting?" Leah's eyes were gleaming. Dean Phillips clutched his chest, still in shock. "Leah, where did you find this comic?!" "Just over there." Leah reached out and pointed toward the bookshelf. Dean Phillips turned his head and looked at the densely packed comics on the bookshelf, unable to speak for a moment.