La Esposa Del Fantasma Novels & Stories

,"es la chica fea de clase baja su esposa (Is this low class ugly girl his wife?" Oh allez les gars, qu’est-ce qui ne va pas en disant la vérité? il est vrai que cette fille est de classe inférieure et indigne de Sebastian. Et pourquoi vous vous fâchez quand Sebastian est calme Ça veut dire qu’il est d’accord avec nous. ( Oh, come on guys what is wrong in speaking the truth? It is true this girl is low class and unworthy for Sebastian. And why you two are getting angry when Sebastian is quiet means he agrees with us?" Elena bites her cheeks to control her tears. She understood what are they saying about her in Spanish. Elena looked at her husband hopefully that he will support her but Sebas

she said to herself and chuckled. ALEX'S HOUSE...... It's night time, Alex had gone to bed, he was very tired due to the stressful day he just had. He got thirsty so he decided to have some water when suddenly he notices someone in his balcony. He suspects it to be a bodyguard but shrugs if off when he see through the shadow that it's a woman. He put on his slippers and puts on his lights. " Who is it?" He asked but got no response. He went outside and met the greatest shock of his life. He saw the ghost of his late wife,....... Anastasia Hamilton.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

"Oh scream my name bitch! Cum with me." Her heart was tearing apart gazillion times watching her husband making out with someone. A few minutes later she heard approaching footsteps indicating that they were done doing their thing inside. She swiftly walked back to her room and pretended that she didn't know what was going on and that she had just woken up from bed. The woman just looked at her and clung even more to her husband's arm who seemed didn't care if she was there. "Who is she, baby?" the woman asked Thunder.

Furthermore, his wife had already wandered off ahead, who knew where, needing someone to hold her. “Belinda, where are you?” he asked, trembling. Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to scream and run to his wife, who was walking leisurely toward the exit. Brandon continued screaming, startling Belinda as she turned around. Belinda could only shake her head and laugh contentedly at her husband's fearful appearance, haunted by various ghosts. "Weren't you just now—"

We agree to everything, make our way out of the hotel towards the situation to come. At that moment, I am rocked to my core. I smell an intoxicating scent, I hope it is the college girl. As I round the corner towards the concierge desk, I see a set of dark hair and a body which I know all too well, I have tasted her flesh for fifteen years! That can't be! She is dead?! I mourned her, and hunted the earth for her killer?! She turns and I look into her eyes. Something is off, she looks exactly the same? except for her blood-red eyes which I can tell her hidden by contacts and skin as pale as mine. I receive the biggest mindfuck of my life as I stare at the Vampiric face of my wife, Eliza! What

She stared around the room with squinted eyes, and as she saw no one apart from the both of them, she then slapped his head. "Don't be silly like your wife, I can't find anyone. Is she a ghost or something, because I wouldn't be surprised if you get married to a ghost." She wasn't looking at him as she spoke, so she didn't see the sharp glance he had given to her. "My wife is here, can't you see her?" He asked and watched her face go pale. "Stop it already. You are making me feel as though there is a ghost in this room," she complained as she gently massaged her legs.

Shivers ran in her back when she realised she'd just married a ghost. Her husband was no ordinary human, but a phantom. His falsehood that he was hiding from the enemy, everything was running in her brain. She felt a grief in her heart and her breath began to become heavy. It was difficult for her to breathe. She squeezed her breast with her right hand and put her left hand on the window to hold on a little. She started inhaling deeply to fill her lungs. She realised how he made her feel about her having a mental illness. She was hating herself for believing in him and loving him in her heart.

Daisy's POV : I was shocked when I found that he selected the exact ring I liked the most. And when he didn't even ask the price and chose it, I saw the manager's face go into utter shock which he covered immediately. He must be thinking that this husband loves his wife so much. Only if he knew the situation..!! I am a pathetic contracted wife, pretending to be Mrs Harrison for money... And this is all for a show... Hm... Anyways, i have signed in so i should act accordingly. I just followed him as a noble wife. This man is best at acting as he is showing the world about how much he loves his wife.

Because we have switched off the supply of electricity to this room. She started searching for the files. She was very much busy searching that she didn't hear the sound of footsteps. I stood behind her and touched her shoulder. She shrugged my hand. I again kept my hand on her shoulder. She irritatedly turned her face towards me. She shouted looking at me. "Help, somebody, help me. There is a ghost here," she shouted. Riya played some laughing sound on her cellphone. I did the action of laughing. She started sweating and murmuring.