Novel & Cerita Ghost Wife

He said accusingly. Her breath hitched. “What?” “This... this game you’re playing. The coffee. The food. The handwriting.” Her lips parted. The air caught in her throat. “What about them?” She whispered in bewilderment. “You are mimicking my wife. My wife is dead. Her ashes are buried with our unborn child. You don’t get to wear her ghost like it’s a costume. I will not take this kind of disrespect.” Fallon was too stunned to think. Her mouth opened and closed without a proper sentence coming out of it, “I’m not—”

Max smiles, “Then I will work three jobs to keep you comfortable in this life.” “Then you are taken from me, Max.” I see every bit of tension leave Max, “Elanor, nothing can take me from you. Even if I die, I will wander the world as a ghost forever just to watch over you.” I smile, “If you start moving things as a ghost, I will have to call someone.” Max squeezes my hand, “I will only move things on occasion, so you know I’m there.” I nod. Max gestures to the door, “Let’s go see our house.”

" The gossip buzzed all around me, and I caught it despite my apathy. Curious, I glanced toward the entrance and instantly froze. A woman in a designer gown stepped in, her figure draped in jewels, smiling radiantly as she waved to the guests. That face... was identical to the wife I'd thought died three years ago. Hilary Stone was alive?! Thinking I must be hallucinating, I pinched my thigh so hard it turned red. But the sharp pain confirmed it—this was real. My eyes burned red, my heart tossed like a stormy sea. I set down my glass and strode toward her without hesitation. But before I could call her name, a tall man suddenly stepped into my line of sight. He wrapped his arm around Hilary'

Then the walls came to life. Paintings—dozens of them—etched in blood and bone, lit up with ghost fire. Each one a moment in time. The fall of the Ghost Den. The rise of the Deathbound. And at the center—me. Or… someone who looked exactly like me. Kelvin moved closer, jaw tight. “That’s not you… is it?” I stared at the figure. Same silver eyes. Same white hair. But her expression was colder. Cruel. “She’s the first Ghost Wolf,” I whispered. “My ancestor. Or maybe… something more.”

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

She didn’t entered into Marylyn she wanted her to enjoy her moment with Manuel but she couldn’t sit and watch them having sex and she disappears back to the hospital walking around only for she to see a woman crying and she stood staring at the woman and the woman stood up and walks to her and she says to her “ Can you see me? The woman asks in tears and Evelyn looks around because as far as she knows no one has seen her since her death. “ Can you see me? She replied with a question. “ Yes, I can see you” the woman says. “ Meaning we can see each other right? Evelyn asks. “Yes” the woman answered. “ Why are you crying? She asked the woman. “ My husband mistress asked that I should be killed

Wendy asked, not noticing that Natalia had already taken something in her left hand. “She has not visited you because the night she came to see me, she had a cardiac arrest and died. And don’t say anything about me setting you up because your grandmother already acknowledged the fact that you have always wanted me out of the picture in one way or the other.” Natalia revealed. “So you hired that man to come to your house that time, then?” Wendy sounded genuinely curious. Natalia looked at her and winked. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know?” Natalia said and started moving closer slowly.

“How is this possible?” Zara takes my hand, grounding me, but my focus doesn’t leave the woman in front of me. My throat tightens, and I have to swallow past it. She’s dead. She’s been dead this whole time. And still… she’s been here. Watching. Helping. She’s the second ghost Naomi talked about. “I’m the reason you’ve been disconnected from your wolf,” she says gently. Her voice is calm, but there’s something behind it. Regret. Weight.

She looked like a ghost, her soul already gone. "My boy," Vincenzo's voice trembled, "if you're seeing this, I'm asking you to come back and see her. I'm not making excuses for what my daughter did. I know she hurt you. But… she's dying. The doctors say she's trying to kill herself, and I'm afraid… I'm afraid I'm going to lose my daughter."