Ghost Wife Novels & Stories

"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.

Gwen was startled, "What? Absurd, you don't understand anything about me!" Dolores explained casually how she was a maid of this mansion who later claimed into the Master's bed, resulting in the Master's wife burying her alive. It's tragic to say, the ghost who was named Gwen did depart very desperately being buried while being conscious, Dolores understood all this from the book in the white room which had vanished after she read it once. If Dolores could she would wish to hurry up and go home, but she, however, had to wait till Marcel and the ghost fought, moreover it's essential to protect Naomi alive, she has already offended Sadie and Marcel, Noami is her biggest ally after getting out

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

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.

Then, with a practiced sigh of regret, I said, "She was brought in too late. There's nothing more we can do. Notify the family of the time of death." Leaving the operating room, I didn't return to my office. Instead, I headed to the doctors' lounge. This time, there would be no last-ditch effort on my part, no heroics to save Clara. Her false death had now become real. But I knew the shadow of the conspiracy that awaited me in the morning hadn't vanished. Tomorrow, the same storm would rage, just as it had in the previous life. Sitting in the lounge, I sifted through every detail from that night, trying to steel myself for the onslaught to come.

If she's Echo, who is the ghost? "You are Echo Flamez?" "Yes, absolutely. This used to be my place before I moved out a few months ago." "That's a lie Enzo, I am Echo, I am Echo Flamez." "Shut up." I screamed at the ghost because I am getting exasperated, I mean who is the real Echo here and honestly, I don't see a reason why the lady here will lie and take someone else's identity, so I think the ghost is confused. "Excuse me?" The lady asked after I said shut up, I am sure she thinks I am shutting her up.

She smiled. “I should thank you. You taught me what it feels like to be fucked like a memory. To be owned by grief. To scream for a man who was never even looking at me.” Her voice thickened. “You used my pussy like a burial ground.” He snapped. Grabbed her wrist. She didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Her mouth brushed his. “Does it make you hard?” she whispered. “Knowing you fucked your dead lover’s ghost into me? Knowing you made me come on a cock that wasn’t even meant for me?”

How had this happened? My wife was gone, yet she wasn’t. She was dead, but her body, in every single way, had been living, breathing, and wandering around my home for several weeks. Our home as if she were here again as if a ghost of her had come back to give me comfort or torture me.

“Next thing we knew, he drove off without saying anything.” “What bad news?” I demanded, my patience fraying. He swallowed, his eyes flicking to the floor. “Ghost, his sister. She’s dead. She was murdered.” My eyes widened, shock slamming into me like a freight train. My hand flew to my mouth again, a gasp escaping before I could stop it. Ghost—Damon’s sister, the one he’d tried to call, the one he’d trusted—was dead. Murdered.

In the earlier years, Edward's business had flourished and expanded steadily. But one night, after a drunken encounter, Sethian was born. Edward, who prided himself on being a devoted husband and father, couldn't let such a scandal come to light, so he kept Sethian hidden away. However, Sethian's mother, Gianna Westbrook, was no easy opponent. She had frequently provoked Sebastian's mother, Helena Scott. With the stress of her work and her own health issues, Helena had passed away. After that, Gianna wasted no time trying to take Helena's place in the Lockwood family.