Ghost Wife Novels & Stories

asked Krish. “ Sir, as you said, she is not the daughter of Kuki's headman. She was a daughter of a normal man and the most important thing is that she died two years ago.. ” said Naksh while both Krish and Kartik were stunned. They glanced at each other, meanwhile, Kartik said with frowned eyes, “ H.. Have you ever checked your w... I mean your maid's shadow before? ” he stuttered as he gulped. “ I have heard that ghost or spirit doesn't have shadows, ” he added while Krish glared at him

she continued. Melissa’s stomach twisted. The woman continued. “I don’t work for Alex Montgomery. I don’t work for Evelyn Hawthorne.” She paused. “But I know who’s been looking for you.” she said Melissa swallowed. “Who?” The woman smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Let’s just say you’re not the only ghost walking around, Melissa, and now that you're no longer a ghost, more ghost have discovered you .” Something about the way she said it sent chills down Melissa’s spine.

"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.

Dolores felt exceptionally exhausted because of the enormous information roaming in her brain, the clash with the ghost, the book in the white room, made her fall into a deep slumber. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, When the female ghost wandered into Sadie's room, she saw that Sadie fell asleep leaning on Marcel's shoulder. Looking at the scene, the ghost was reminded of her time with her master, yes, she was a maid of the Laurent family called Gwen who fell in love with her master Andrew Laurent.

The caption read: “Ghost from the Past? Spotted: A woman bearing a striking resemblance to the late Malice Walker seen near society wife Rora Walker. Has the scandal taken a darker, living turn?” I showed it to Ethan. His face went pale, then hardened into a mask of cold fury.

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.

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?”

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.