La Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

He's not someone who gives consideration specially to people who dare to fool him. "Drop the act of being a considerate and concern husband because you are not. You're not my husband, I am not your wife" I hissed once again, gritting my teeth, flaunting the irritation in my eyes. "Your real wife is dead. Selena Castania died long time ago, so stop calling me your wife" I added. I felt his grip loosen and I grab that as a chance to escape from his trap. I am breathing heavily as I manage to free myself from him. I look around not putting my guards down because for sure this place is surrounded with people- Ilde Famiglia's soldier to be specific.

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

“I can shut my mouth while you boys talk. Don’t worry, I’ll be as quiet as a ghost. So, can you please not be stupid and sit there while you… I don’t know. Scream or something.” “So… it’s really her?” There was enough evidence. Even Belle said it herself, but he still finds it hard to believe that the woman he mourned for until now has suddenly come back into their lives. “Is it really Isobelle? Fuck! Claudia, what the hell are you doing?” He screamed when Claudia poured more than the necessary amount of alcohol to disinfect his wound. “Why are you speaking to a ghost?” She snapped at him and when he tried to pull away his right foot that Claudia was ‘treating’, she slapped his knee.

"Something's not right El, something's not right." "Something's not right, El, something's not right." "Something's not right El, something's not right." What the fuck? Did any ghost hovered over her? Or did she turn into a witch? "What the hell are you saying?" Adam looked at his wife with confusion hearing her chanting the same sentence again and again. She was very attentive on the laptop screen that didn't even spared a glance towards him. She just kept typing and chanting those words.

My wife, she said. The woman I was supposed to marry was Cassia Rowe. I remembered that much. She had blonde hair, a sharp jaw, and a sharp mouth. Very photogenic. Not this quite dark-haired ghost walking around mailing herbs on my face and feeding me soup like we were in a done goddamn historical drama. I kept thinking… maybe Grandmother hired her. Some live-in nurse with good manners and a tragic past. But the moment she said wife, it was like something uncoiled in me.

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—”

she said, patting her cheeks. She goes out again to call Mansour who was in the shower. - Mansour!!!Mansour!!!..: Fanta shouted from the door. - What's up Fanta?... he asks from the bathroom. - She's your wife - My wife what? - Your wife... Without waiting for the rest of Fanta's sentence, he wraps the towel around his loins and goes out again, running ahead of Fanta to reach the room where Physio was. He couldn't believe it, he didn't believe his eyes or his ears.

Mr Wellspring could see the cemetery gate clearly now, he saw his wife, Ryan, Sarah and Helen calling him to leave the car. He shook his head thinking he was hallucinating but they were still there. He was alarmed, he thought they were another ghosts and they possessed the body of his wife, Sarah, Ryan and Helen. He didn't want to be deceived the second time. He shifted to the inside the car when his back touched the back of the second door, he opened it slowly and took a handful of sand in his hand without shifting his gaze from them. When he took it, he carefully closed the door still maintaining an eye contact with them, not allowing them to see the content in his hands. Before they could

“Alexi? What are you talking about? I’m right here. This isn’t a dream or a hallucination. Are you alright?” “My wife is dead, and I’m talking to her ghost. No, I’m not alright.” I turned away from whatever that was and turned the treadmill all the way up. There was no way I was going to be any good to my sons if I was having visions of their dead mother. This had to stop. She reached over again and grabbed my face. Sparks. I felt them. How can a ghost make me feel these things? This was something only Alaia could do. “Alexi! Look at me.”

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…