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My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

"Vampires also swing their pheromones everywhere like that! " My wife got screwed by one of her bloodsuckers! Twenty years of marriage, two children and she is crossed out with one of her sharp teeth, overnight! After so long, no one will make me believe that she left of her own free will! We can't do anything, nature hasn't given us the right weapons... A few minutes pass before I dare speak again. "Your wife... do you have any news about her?" " She's dead... That damn bloodsucker went too far with her. I learned it when the conciliation brigade came to the house for compensation. As if money could replace my little Laure..."

He tried to tell it to Daniela but unfortunately, his wife laughed at her instead of believing him. *** "Philip! wake up!" Daniela shook the body of her husband. "Huh!" Philip shouted in his pale face. He grabbed his chest as he felt the trembling of his heartbeat. "Are you okay?" Daniela asked worrying about her husband situation. She caressed her husband as he sat on the bed. "T..the hollow man! I saw him again!" Philip uttered trembled in fear. Daniela stared at Philip while tapping the both cheeks of Philip. "Calm yourself honey" Daniela uttered while calming her husband. Philip nodded his head as he heard his wife's voice. Daniela jumped on their bed to get a glass of water for Philip.

He is devouring her, taking every single inch of her, and she loves it. "Fuck," a ragged, guttural growl rips violently from my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut, violently shaking my head to shatter the image, but the poison is already deep in my marrow. I suddenly picture them on the thick living room carpet. I picture them tangled together on the sofa. I even picture them on the goddamn glass coffee table. Everywhere I look, my cousin's ghost is touching my wife… I mean ex-wife.

"Don't keep bumping into the road!" protested Elissa. She could not stand Edgar's feet, which repeatedly tripped over her feet. Elissa looked back. She immediately sighed. "If you walk, keep your eyes open!" she continued. "What if there are ghosts?" refused Edgar. "Do you choose to open your eyes, or do I leave you alone?" said Elissa, increasingly annoyed at her husband's behavior. "There's a ghost !"

He spun on his heel and his frantic footsteps clicked down the hallway, fading fast. The silence that rushed back into the room was heavy, suffocating, and ticking like a time bomb. I turned back to Cassie. She looked like a trapped deer. The color had completely drained from her face, her eyes wide and glassy with a terrifying realization. The weight of her reality was crashing down on her all over again—she was a wife who had just discovered her five-year marriage was a calculated financial scam, and now her husband was marching up the stairs. “He can’t see me here,” she whispered, her voice splintering. She looked down at her hands, which were shaking violently.

The man who smelled like the forest. She looked at the balcony doors. They were slightly ajar, the curtain fluttering in the wind. She looked at the man pouring whiskey. And for the first time, Bella realized the terrifying truth. The man she had married was a monster. But the man who had just claimed her body... he was a ghost. And she had no idea which one she was more afraid of.

Back at the estate, the first thing he did was dial her number. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service..." He tried again. Same message. Rage burned in his chest. That woman. She actually dared to disappear. Who the hell did she think she was? Did she think she could just leave without his permission? "Tony!" he roared, summoning his man. "Boss." "Find Isabella. Check every bank account, every credit card, every passport record. Everything!" "But Boss, the police report..." "I said it's fake!" Dante slammed his fist on the table. "My wife is not dead. She's just playing a game of hide-and-seek with me."

"You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?" There was a short pause on the other end of the line. "So what if it was me. Do you think you're still the Captain Lawson that everyone respects? You're now just a criminal who will soon be going to prison! I'll be honest with you, Felix. I've had enough of the indifferent look you have on your face all the time! I don't want to be married to a criminal for the rest of my life! Your life is over!" She hung up.

What made him so famous was that his paintings looked just like real photographs. As I walked on, near the end of the corridor, I saw a familiar face. Leonardo Elliot! Even Spencer’s got a picture of the Vampire Duke hanging in their house. That was definately a sign of his unshakable authority. Before Jenna died, she cursed and threatened me that her incredibly powerful Vampire fiancé would stop at nothing to hunt me down, and now it seemed that her curse would come true soon. Leonardo Elliot, the most proud and self-esteemed ancient Vampire, would never choose to believe me on Jenna’s death.