Ghost Wife Novels & Stories

It’s Mother’s will. “Ghost, Milo and Lenora need to have a pup. When they do, it will be a girl.” I feel my voice trail off. “Lenora’s journey will end when the baby is born and my spirit will transfer to the pup.” “My mate is going to die?” He takes a step back and paces. “You’re lying. Why are you saying such disgusting things?” “I’m not lying. I wish it wasn’t true, but that is her fate.” Ghost looks at me, trying to decide what to do. I stay still and watch him. He’s a tracker. He needs time to absorb the details and read my body language.

Her lips parted in silent surprise. "You're back, did you get me anything edible? I'm hungry." A voice brings her back to reality. And she closed her lips and swallowed hard as she stared at the state her house was in. She had run away and changed everything about her including her name so that Zinedine wouldn't be able to track her down but how wrong she was, because since the past seven years she has been living with his miniature who had always constantly reminded her of Zinedine. The night she had spent with Zinedine had resulted in her pregnancy after a month she had failed to kill him at the party. Not knowing what to do since the people who had paid her had been tracking her, she had

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Ghost simply got the job done. My jaw tightened. “The timing…” Nico nodded his head before I even finished the sentence. “That’s exactly what caught my attention.” Ghost had disappeared for nearly two weeks. During that same time, my security firm detected an attempted breach that nearly got through. Then Ghost vanished. Now Ghost was back. Ash growled. “That isn’t a coincidence.” No… It wasn’t. Nico leaned closer to the keyboard, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. “I might be wrong,” he said, “but if I had to bet…” He pointed toward the monitor. “I’d say Ghost took the contract job.”

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

They told me to accept reality and move on. But everything had happened too suddenly. I could not accept it. I knelt outside the airline company for three days and three nights, begging for an explanation. Why was there no trace of my wife's body? Why did this plane crash end without answers? I kept believing she was still alive. But after hearing nothing from her again and again, there were countless nights when I wanted to die with her and end everything. And now I find out it was all fake. A ridiculous, cruel performance that Candice staged herself from beginning to end.

I needed to confront the woman who claimed to be my mother. I drove like a woman possessed, rage burning through me like wildfire. When I arrived at her house, I didn’t even knock. I stormed into the house, ready to destroy everything. “Mother!” I shouted. No answer. The place was quiet…Too quiet..and then I heard it….a giggle and a moan. I followed the sound up the stairs. Please no… please no… I threw the bedroom door open and froze. There she was my beloved mother in bed with my late father’s right-hand man….Mr. Grayson.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm looking for the silver blonde hair woman you brought from the shelter yesterday morning. She told the nuns her name was 'No One.'" ​Tommy stopped kicking. "You mean the... the ghost lady?" ​The nickname felt like a knife twisting in August's ribs. The ghost lady. "Yes," he choked out. "She is my wife. Her name is Winter. Please, Tommy. Just tell me where she is. She doesn't remember who she is, she's sick and she's out in this storm all alone!" ​The boy swallowed hard, looking between August and the massive guards pinning him down.

"The truth about the tragedy that befell this mansion and its inhabitants." Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine as she listened to the ghostly figure's words. "What tragedy?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The ghostly figure sighed, its form flickering slightly as if struggling to maintain its presence. "Long ago, there was a terrible crime committed within these walls," it said solemnly. "An innocent life was taken, and the truth was buried with the victim." Ethan's mind raced as he tried to process the ghostly figure's words. "Who was the victim?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.