La Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

She saw Maris as a precious red feather. In the blink of an eye, the female vampire was standing in front of her. Because Lucasta already knows all the secrets of the haunted forest, Maris no longer needs to speak softly, just live according to her instincts and nature. - Hello. Is everything okay? – Maris squinted her eyes and asked. - Yes, Samson is not angry with me anymore. Now I'm… I'm… - She's my wife. – Samson approached, put his hand on the little girl's shoulder, and said.

He asked. A train of memories flashed through my mind about Mariella passing out that night in my room, her eyes rolling back in the library, her body almost going limp when Jose kissed her hand. Could it be that Dante was right? “So…” I paused, still thinking over what he had just said. “You're telling me that my wife is a clairvoyant?”

I muttered bitterly after drinking from my glass. "It was just a marriage for convenience. I was his contract wife," I added while pouring myself another glassful of tequila. "And that woman we saw with him in the restaurant," I scoffed while motioning my hand in the air. "That was his real wife." "Real wife?" Selene frowned. She stared at me with disbelief written all over her face. "Are you drunk?" she snapped. "Not yet!" I growled. "I'm not drunk! That's his real wife! She came back from the dead after years!"

They put up an act so that I would lay in the bathtub willingly to achieve some kind of goal! The wife was the ghost! The husband might be alive, but he was definitely plotting something evil! Then, I heard soft sounds in the darkness. Something had entered.

It’s either he’s having a nightmare about his wife or he’s hallucinating. He couldn’t help but pull away from her. “You’re not real,” he said turning away from his wife. “Honey, I’m real… flesh and blood…” Susan approaches from behind and gently throws her arms around her husband’s waist. “You can’t feel a ghost but you can feel me,” she whispered.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

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.

Ghost and Betrayal Bella searched desperately for her husband, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, on the street, she glimpsed a ghostly figure. Her hands trembled as she dialled David’s number after receiving the photos and videos, but there was no trace of him. Exhausted, she finally decided to go home. Bella climbed into her car and drove back. As she stepped inside her house, a terrifying figure appeared—a large woman, her face twisted with vengeance, her eyes piercing and unforgiving.