La Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

The moment I pushed the door open, I stopped. A family dinner was underway, loud and lively. I ignored the stares and stepped in, eyes burning. "Olivia, did you tell my mom that our marriage is fake?" For a second, I still hoped she would deny it, say it was all a misunderstanding. She didn't. She met my eyes without flinching. "Yes. I thought you could get along with Randall, but you went too far. This is just a consequence." Whatever hope I had left broke apart. I let out a quiet laugh.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

The chill made Mira gasp, but the tongue that followed was warm and eager, lapping Cole’s cum from her hole. The two real couples stood frozen in the doorway until the ghosts guided them closer. The first wife, a brunette with wide eyes, was pushed gently onto the bed beside Mira. Her husband followed, cock already out, and the ghosts positioned him behind Mira. “We shouldn’t,” he started, voice shaking, but Mira reached back and guided his tip to her dripping entrance. “Just fuck me,” she whispered, fear and need tangled in her throat.

Her situation was so pathetic that she laughed at herself in the mirror, tears pouring down her eyes as she loathe herself. Drusilla draws near, reaching out to her mirror as she caresses the image. The woman without an identity is the so-called dead wife of Ethan. "My dear husband. Drusilla George, is coming to haunt you, and you're going to pay back in a hundred folds," she swore, and she wasn't just talking.

She loved the thrill of watching horror films, but this one felt eerily realistic, sending shivers down her spine. In contrast, Finn remained motionless, his eyes fixed forward, attentively listening. Annie tried to suppress her fear and continued to watch the movie but found herself inching closer to Finn, seeking comfort in his presence. As the movie reaches its climax, the group of friends faces constant danger and continues to encounter the woman's ghost, and they must fulfill her final wish. At this point, the ghost's husband, who had murdered her for her wealth, also appeared. The friends started experiencing accidents and deaths due to the vengeful spirits. Now, Annie tense and jitter

Her house felt like she was sharing it with ghosts or spirits of scary emptiness. She watched as Adam opened the door, and to her shock, it was not Daniel that she knew so well who walked in. It was an old couple, and those male figure’s eyes resembled that pair that was almost freezing at the door. Then she met the woman’s cold and befuddled gaze. She looked between shock and disbelief. “Ayana Salma De’Mario?” The woman uttered a combo of sentiments.

“The woman… who is she?” “We don’t know yet. Please, go home.” I stumbled back to the car, barely breathing. Was it her? Did I just lose her…? Back at the house, something felt off. The air was too still. The silence, too loud. I stepped inside cautiously, every sense on high alert. Someone was here. And then I saw her. But it wasn’t Eveyeln. It was Erica. My wife’s sister. Smirking. Before I could say a word, she threw herself at me, her lips pressing hard against mine.

Lu asked. "Yea," I breathe out. "Damn sis you did good," Cello says looking at the body on the ground. "Good to see you too Cello, I also missed you and Yes your niece or nephew is okay thanks for asking," I say sarcastically. He laughs and comes over and helps me off the ground then kisses my forehead. "So how's everything up," I say. "Good we managed to take em down and captured The Irish wife," Toni says. "Good that bitch deserves to die," I say.

A scream and around her, the earth disappears, she is enveloped by a red light, but it is not the work of Francesca. The darkness leaves her body dispersing in the air, and when the vortex disappears, in front of me, there is a woman with a long dress, almost transparent. Long red hair grazes the ground, and when she opens her eyes, they are devoid of the pupil. “Sky?” “Your woman and daughter are fine.” What? Woman...daughter? “Give me back my wife.” “You’ll get her back...” She pulls away to stand next to Francesca, who has tears in her eyes.