Magician Kills His Wife Novels & Stories

I shook my head while laughing. I'm sorry my dear husband because the woman you planned to kill will kill you. Not right now but I will make sure you die in my hands. Because I’m not just an ordinary person. I'm the person you wouldn't think I was like that.

It's scary to live with the constant nightmare of your own past. “My father was very afraid that his second wife would have children like me, so even during the birth there were magicians,” the guy said without stopping. No worries, no feelings. It seemed that he needed to speak out, only at the same time people usually overwhelmed with emotions, they sobbed or otherwise manifested their feelings. Kim is dead. - Lana and Mila were immediately deprived of all magical abilities as soon as they emerged from the womb. It somehow affected Jena, my father's second wife, she died almost immediately, as soon as her children were born. I felt that the magicians connected her life with the abilities o

"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.

Vivienne slid to the floor like a heap of rags, clutching her throat and gasping for air. Miles fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he reached for the box, yet he didn't dare to touch it. For a liar who poured the cure down a drain, he had killed the woman who had loved him for seven hundred years.

Nothing I could say would bring Bella back, she was dead, I barely knew her but she was running to me as though she wanted nothing more than a simple hug. ”I’ll bring you to her.” I said slowly in a hoarse whisper. They quieted. I raised my hand, knowing very well that this wasn't elemental magic, and with my hands raised in the air, my eyes fixated on hers in pure hatred, I snapped her neck and watched as she fell to the ground. ”What have you done?” Her husband asked as he watched her lifeless body lying at his feet. I twisted my hand and saw how his neck broke, and the life drained from his eyes.

"I've got nothing more to say to you. Just hand over the prize ticket. For the sake of our friendship, I'll let bygones be bygones—pushing me into the river, trying to seduce my husband, I'll forget it all and never mention it again." I burst out laughing. "You've really got a talent for twisting things. What, you think you're being generous now?" Her face darkened as she gritted her teeth. "Aren't I? I nearly died because of you!" "Because of me?" I snapped. "No—because of your own greed. You brought this on yourself! If heaven had any sense of justice, it would've let you drown for trying to kill a friend over a prize!" Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "Wait—her husband's a doctor,

“What happened next?” The old man let out a difficult sigh. “My son had thought everything would end when he decided to quit, but the wizards would not allow that kind of betrayal. They placed a magic curse on him. Forced him to kill.” The old man’s voice darkened and thinned, sounding weak as he went on, “he killed his sister. We found them both. He…took his own life before the curse could push him any further. We found out later he had planned to kill us next.” I froze, turning to Sebastian. The look on his face was vacant, but shocked.

I almost screamed as I saw myself on the battlefield, it was me those many years ago, heavily wounded but still fighting. This was the reason my wolf couldn’t react even when I begged him just now because I was here to watch something play out and not to interfere. I watched my wife get attacked by a witch, she used a magic spell to tie her up and when the witch had succeeded with that, she sucked the life out of her and let her fall to the ground. “Mi Cara!!!” I screamed as I ran towards her, stuck there in a spot in the present I could still feel everything like it was happening at the moment.

I said as I sat on his table and crossed my legs. “Why would I trust a witch who wants to kill her sister's only child and drink her blood?” He asked, his tone laced with mockery. I laughed sadly, so this is how he wanted to play. “You don't talk to me like you didn't just kill your wife because she caught you trying to get your cock into my pussy!” I said calmly like I was unbothered about it. Glancing at him and seeing his clenched jaw, I smiled in satisfaction.

I was already exhausted and weak from it. My husband’s sudden death filled me with exhaustion. I fell seriously ill and was bedridden. However, Lilian Newt, my mother-in-law, kept my illness from my parents and forcefully took me home from the hospital. She denied me treatment so that I would die. When I was about to die, I saw my husband on the news on TV. He was full of smiles because he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. Rebecca was standing beside him. I stopped thinking about the past and watched Rebecca’s fake concern. Then, I sneered.