Novel & Cerita Ghost Wife

Ribbons of intestines arranged before him in tribute to the fickleness of his flesh and the merit of the bones that had been thieved. The door to the room next to the dead man opened a fraction, and in the red light Woods saw a woman’s face. It appeared engraved in the dim. She was one of her guests. Her name, from memory, was Margaret, though Woods couldn’t be sure. There were so many of them, a revolving door of infected souls passing through this way station. Men, women, and children coming from terrible places with terrible histories heading straight into the great big black on the other side. Woods’ jolt over seeing the dead Crowner was secondary to the guilt of not being able to recall

That poor kid, having a father like this. [He actually showed up to their family dinner and made a scene. Serves him right!] [They should've gone harder on him!] - My phone rang. "Mr. Brooks, I'm sorry. Your mother saw the video and went into cardiac arrest. She passed away a few minutes ago." The phone slipped from my hand. Everything inside me went quiet. They dragged me out like I meant nothing. From outside, I watched Olivia move through the room, calm and composed, playing her part perfectly.

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

They both were watching him. "Why are we discussing that bitch right now? I bet she's long dead." Ghost said, sounding as nonchalant as he could. It was another way to find out if she was really dead too. "No, son. She's not dead." Don Carianno chuckled. "Not yet." Ghost was lowkey ecstatic and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't supposed to matter if she was fucking dead or not. But his heart seemed to have a mind of its own, getting giddy over the news.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

she whispered. Marcus shook his head. “No, she can't.” “Did you see the way she smirked upon sighting Mabel?” “Clearly, she remembers her,” Alec murmured, folding his arms. “Who's she?” he asked, turning to Marcus. “A ghost. She was once ordinary woman— married, living in a respectable neighborhood. But when she discovered her husband’s affair, everything started spiraling. Friends noticed her withdrawing. Neighbors whispered about the fights in their house.”

Hearing my words, tony pulled out a book from back of his shirt; it was a Grimoire the same one which I kept yesterday in front of him before “Hmmm….. My wife, one who told you about this book” he replied and I took a glance at female karkinos ghost who was floating about him… “This book is my wife possession… no one know where it was except her… and if you found it means you had meet her….” Tony replied in stern voice, his deep eyes were bored on my face…. ‘So the female karkinos ghost who was floating above him was his WIFE’ I thought in my mind, I wasn’t sure of how to explain this person that his wife was dead and it wasn’t his wife but her spirit that told me where this book was…