Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

The Lord in charge of bringing in beings that their cases needed to be solved stood up and screamed two and a young female walked in. "Speak" "Master, a few years ago I dwelled among mortals in the earthly realm, got married, and gave birth to two males but then my husband found out that I was a ghost. I'm of the clan of your wife master. We settled it amicably and he told me to go back to my world but is allowed to visit anytime I want and our sons were OK with it." "I came back last night master to see that my house and all the properties my father left for me before fading away has been taken by my uncle and he refused to return them, now I got no place to lay my head."

“I’ve seen you before in the halls. Who are you and why are you here?” “I thought that your witch friend would send me off like she did the others. I’m stuck here,” the ghost said. “Who are you?” Megan asked as she pulled my bib apron from its hook and tossed it to Evan. Realizing that he was still nude, he quickly slipped his head through the neck ties and secured the ties around his waist. I wasn’t sure, but I think he might have blushed. “I’m Matilda Crowley. My brother ran this funeral home.”

Ghost comments. Unfortunately, I know what show he is talking about, but I’ll stop it. Ari and Ghost flirt back and forth. As the first wave of humans begins to cry out and fall to the floor, I stand up, leaning down over the glass railing. Ghost comes up next to me, laughing his ass off at the pain of the humans beginning to OD. “You know, Ghost. I ended up becoming a necromancer since you last saw me,” I state casually. “That’s cool. I remember you were so pumped even though I’m not sure I still believe in that type of mythical shit. So what, you can kill people better now and send them to death faster?”

Amethyst POV "They've returned," Nyka stated as she reverted to human shape from her Werewolf form. "I've been looking forward to this day for the past 21 years. Let them all return to where their deaths were predetermined," I said, fists clenched. She stood behind me, holding the photographs of my parents. My parents were a couple of royal Werewolfs. Yes, we exist in today's world, but we must remain hidden. Simply because there are people who are dangerous because they are selfish, greedy, and unthankful. They would either kill us or poach us because of our abilities. My parents once controlled the Kingdom of the Werewolfs. However, it was their responsibility to protect the priceless gem

I'm not sure how long ago it was when I first saw him, staring down at the oldest, crumbling gravestone in his black hooded cloak. He has completely captured my attention; I want to know more about the mysterious man behind all that darkness. Is he grieving like me? Maybe. It's the reason I've been coming to this God-forsaken cemetery over the last five months since Zack died. He was my best friend and he died saving someone else's life. A firefighter's duty, I'm supposed to believe. Everyone still tries to comfort me by saying he died doing what he loved but they don't understand. I no longer have my big brother to protect me, especially from myself.

She was underweight and had a broken nose, and the red marks around her neck and wrists told me that she had been held somewhere. But if she was Lily, then who had I been living with? I tried to call the Lily I knew, but her phone rang with no answer. I was confused. Had I been hallucinating that I had found my wife for the past months? But other people saw her; she worked for me for Christ’s sake. I called Gloria; she was there, seated beside her; she must have known something. “Hello, sir?” Gloria answered. “Is Mrs. Gambino still at the office?” I asked.

"Everyone in back, move it! The higher-ups are breathing down our necks again." All the Phantom Patrols wore boring suits and had completely forgettable faces. Blanc and Noir stood out though. They kept taking a step forward, then glancing back at her nervously. Some Phantom Patrol they knew walked over. "How come you only brought one today? Are you still dealing with that York family mess?" He pulled out what looked like a Ghost Candle and offered it to Blanc. Both of them sniffed it hard—that was how dead people socialized down here, and it's called soul communion. They were pretty much like cigarettes for living people, but way more potent.

Yvonne immediately began scolding, "Juliette Sinclair, you shameless woman! How long do you plan to keep deceiving my cousin?" I frowned but refused to back down. "Watch your words. Who's being shameless here? Sebastian and I are legally married. What do you mean by 'deceiving'? You came here to insult me all of a sudden. Who's really being shameless?" Yvonne froze for a moment, then tugged at the elderly woman beside her. "Did you hear that, Aunt Gianna? Not only is she shameless, but now she's insulting me. That's the same as insulting the Lockwood family!"

Xlynor’s POV I sat in silence for a long moment after Granny Jojo finished speaking, my mind turning over every detail, especially the part about the Ghost Wolf. As far as I knew, the Ghost Wolf was dead. She had been killed on my eighth birthday — the same day I was born. Or at least that was what everyone in the royal family believed. Ghost Wolves were usually born on the same day as a demigod hybrid… or a few years later… not more than ten. They were a balancing force and punishments to abominations like us.