Ghost Wife Comic Novels & Stories

Philipp's wife also sued her, demanding she pay back every dollar Philipp had spent on her. As for what happened after that, I never found out. Time flew by. Soon, it was the anniversary of Chloe's death again. Like always, I went to the cemetery and talked to her for a while. Then a small bird flew over. Just like the one from years ago. I watched it land. Then I watched it fly away.

（William’view） After leaving Chicago, I went back to the only life I truly knew. The life of a mercenary. Five years of comfort hadn't dulled my instincts. It was like a blade that had been kept in its sheath—once drawn, it was sharper than ever. I wasn't William Windemere anymore. I was 'Ghost' Noah, the king of mercenaries who called the shots in the black market. I reveled in it. The adrenaline of calculating trajectories in a firefight, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat on a stealth op. This was the real me. A man who lived on the edge of a knife.

Only insiders knew that Granny Rosa, the janitor, was actually a high-level ghost. Seeing the administrator hesitate, my father let out a dismissive laugh. "She just got lucky with a random guess. She's only trying to scare you! She hit Nicole just now. Rip off one of her arms, and I'll give your wife ten thousand dollars in the real world!" His vicious words instantly dragged me back into memories of my previous life. Back then, Nicole constantly provoked low-level and mid-level ghosts. She stole their belongings and mocked them as idiots. Then she shoved me out to take the blame.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

“A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.” The spirit growled, and its voice came out broken, layered with pain. “Traitor… murderer…” It lunged. Varic shoved me aside just as the ghost slammed into him, claws slicing through his armor like smoke cutting cloth. He grunted, rolling to his feet, blade flashing as he countered. The steel burned with a faint red light, striking the specter again and again — but it only howled, reforming. I scrambled back, panic clawing up my spine. “You can’t kill what’s already dead!”

Beyond her toxic apple scent, I can smell several male wolf scents along with some bodily fluids I’d rather not think about. “Oh, shit.” Ghost whispers. “Does this mean our mate is going to hang you by the ceiling from your dick?” “What?” I freeze when I remember Lenora’s warning. I grabbed this woman to stop her fall. I sniff my shirt. I’m coated in her scent. “Fuck.” “We can still go on that date if that’s what’s hangin’ you up?” She tilts her head. “I won’t take your money and run.” “Well, you’re already a dead man walking. Might as well pay the nice lady.” Ghost shrugs. “Not going anywhere with her nasty ass, but if she saw where Minnie went, whatever.”

"Please, Wyvern…" The devilish lady twitched, clearly resistant. "If the manager finds out—" "Your manager is nothing!" Wyvern grinned, baring his teeth. "He was The Ghosters' lapdog, but guess what? Newsflash—they're all dead!" "What?!" the lady exclaimed in shock. "What? Didn't you hear me?! The Ghosters are dead! Even their boss is dead too!" Just as Wyvern finished raving, the door up front suddenly opened.

Wanda questioned her with raised eyebrow and Jasmine simply smirked wickedly but before Wanda or King Aldrich could say anything further hustle and rustle started going around them, aggressive winds started blowing around them in circles, this force was so strong that Wanda and King Aldrich both almost lose their balance and fell to groud “YOU FUCKING WITCH… WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING…..” King Aldrich quickly screamed on top of his lungs but before he was able to do anything seven ghosts, four male and three female appeared right in front of him… they were the ghost of all his brother and sister that he had killed himself…. “Wh.. WH… what did you do…?” Wanda questioned jasmine by staring at

He joked. A watery laugh broke through my sobs. “Never. There’s no space left in my heart for anyone else. It’s all yours. Always.” “And I’ll make love to you every night,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Even as a ghost. I’ll do it right in front of him before I drag his soul to hell.” I wrinkled my nose, half-laughing, half-disturbed. “Ghost sex? Why are we even talking about me being a widow? And then having sex with your ghost?”