روايات وقصص ضمن Ghost Wife

“Couldn’t find the rest of the bodies or parts. So we checked the houses on either side. Eight more corpses, Echo. Some fresh, some… old. One house was set up like a fucking surgical suite. Another had medical lights, trays, drains in the floor. The other had a brand-new nursery, crib, diapers, clothes, and everything.” I shrug. “Sounds about right for the sick fuck.” Ghost groans. “Of course it does to you. He’d been living there for years. While they were dating he was already there. We found photos of her from before they even met. He was watching her long before she ever knew his name.” I take another slow sip. “Not shocked.” “So what now?” I ask. “Police?” “Nothing direct yet,” Ghost sa

She mouthed, reaching out to get her phone that was in the drawer near the bed. “Hello,” she said, her voice low and sleepy. She didn't even check who the caller was. “Have you decided to go ghost again?” The person from the other side asked with a sneer as Ruby frowned. “Who's this?” She freaked out lazily as she rubbed her eyes. “Really?” The person scoffed in disbelief. “You sound wasted..” she pointed out. “I see you're now going out to parties now, huh?” “Parties?” Ruby repeated as she frowned, sitting up slowly from the bed.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

he mumbled. Yet the woman's sob rumbled throughout the chamber, leaving him shaken. “I lit candles for you. I prayed and pleaded with the gods to give me back my son. But all they gave me was silence and this empty house. And now…” Her hands rested on the coffin. “Now I see you here, yet you won’t even open your eyes.” Camela held onto Vincent more tightly and said, “She’s not real, Vincent. Don’t listen to her.” The ghost let out a chuckle. “Not real? Grief is the most genuine thing there is. Even the dead cannot deny that.”

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

Evangeline’s father was strapped to a reinforced chair, a metal table stretched out before him. It was impossible to know if this was his real form without any alterations without us using silver on him. Our magic had yet to evolve to withstand our one weakness. With cold, calm efficiency Ghost began doling out questions. Everything from his past with Anastasia’s mother to his connection to the missing wolves and the small anti-human establishments popping up across the country. “What do you know about wolves with the ability to manipulate memory?” He would give out fragments of information meant to entice. “We know Anastasia’s mother had one fuck with her head. Not very nice of them.”

Something that chilled me to the bone. "It's not just Varyn’s ghost," he whispered. "It’s his essence. His very being lingers in the veil between life and death. He's not dead, Cassia. He's alive in a way that none of us understand." I stood frozen in place, my heart racing. The reality of his words hit me like a tidal wave. Varyn, my stepmother’s cruel, manipulative first husband—the man who had orchestrated my mother’s death and destroyed my family—was not only alive in spirit, but his presence had been feeding off our fears and insecurities.