Novel & Cerita My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

My blood immediately rose to my head when I saw who was at the door. I went to her and slap her. “What did you do to my husband!!!” I shouted at her. I slap her again. “What do you really want?!!” The people there immediately stopped us. James held me while Alex held Jana. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Sorry?!!! Will my husband be healed by your sorry?!!!” I shouted. "What are you going to do in Tagaytay huh?!!! Tell me!!!!" I ask her angrily.

Nicole said calmly as she looked at them. "You are Ghost Hand?" The two looked at Nicole in shock and disbelief. "You don't believe me?" Nicole could see their disbelief. "Unbelievable indeed." Martin looked at Nicole and murmured. "You don't believe me either?" Nicole asked Jared. "I believe you, even if no one does.” Jared looked at her affectionately, not expecting that his fiancée was the famous Ghost Hand. Just then, a nurse pushed Mr. Johnston Sr. out of the operating room. Jared walked over to check on him.

"Is everyone in this family horrible?" "Not everyone." She pulled out another photo that made her expression tighten with something like disgust. "But some are worse than horrible." The woman in the photo was stunning. Maybe late forties, with perfectly styled blonde hair, flawless skin, and the kind of beauty that looked expensive to maintain. But her eyes were empty. Cold in a way that had nothing to do with calculation and everything to do with cruelty. "Isabella Blackwood. Vincent's wife. Damien and Marcus's mother." I stared at the photo. "Vincent is married?"

I shoved her off me. She groaned, rolling away like a drunken cat, unfazed. God, she looked so pathetic. And yet, she thought she mattered to me. Erica had no clue. She was just a body, a warm body I used to silence my demons. But she wasn’t my wife. Not even close. My wife had elegance, restraint, fire. Erica was all noise and glitter.

Cristian was sitting on the sofa fumbling with the remote as he saw Lisa coming over, he switched off the TV and kept the remote aside. "This looks good on you." He complimented her with a genuine light smile on his face. Lisa laughed feeling embarrassed. "Whose clothes are these?" She asked feeling curious. "These...." Cristian took a long pause as he finally answered her. "IT belongs to my wife..." "Uhmm your dead wife...?" Lisa asked in a state of shock... Cristian nodded his head as he scanned the emotions on her face changing from the calm to fear... "Hey.... hey.... her ghost won't come back" He snapped his fingers in front of her face as he said humorously.

Bryce furrowed his forehead furrowed out of confusion. "They only show what others want to see and want to know about them. I knew some ghosts. They are highly classified and dangerous. Some of them are secret agents, while others are assassins. If you push the wrong button, they'll come after you and kill you. No one will know who did it. They'll come out clean. That is why they are ghosts. Take it from me; if you want to know more about your ex-wife, you do the investigation. She won't suspect you. Less hassle and less expense." "What if you talk to the ghosts, you know?"

However, Rachata's calm face and the gesture did not show any protection for his wife. “I saw the evil spirit of another person. She’s not your wife,” said the young god, thinking about it. “Where did your wife’s spirit go? Why would a demon take over the body?” The Ghost!! Wikanya gritted her teeth, looking worried. But there is no way to get caught easily. Of course, who is this guy? “Are you sure?” Rachata asked, looking at him again. “Well… I’m a god.” Hugh complimented himself. Hearing that, Rachata turned around and looked at him with cold eyes like a different person. In fact, he was not convinced. And always try to pretend that the wife has lost her memory and needs time.

Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples. "Then go play with them, dirty thing." Marcel saw that Sadie was about to wake up and impatiently stopped paying attention to the so-called fearsome ghost. Gwen's ghost felt that killing these both is better than killing Dolores and Naomi, seeing that it was almost morning, the ghost humphed and disappeared from the room.

I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your— “No!!” She cried out, I jolted sharply at the sudden outburst, “My husband was a demon Hunter! He died in the hands on an alpha wolf!!” Mrs Maisel’s husband died in the military, from a chickenpox outbreak. I nodded quietly and waited until she was done ranting before I reached the creek. The woman was a nutcase, and a pretty persistent one. She made sure I had wore a bracelet made of some twigs around my wrists, saying it would protect me from evil spirits.

And she was pissed. “No one is going to touch us,” she said to her sleeping child. “Or your father. I’ll make sue of it.” *** “Are you sure?” Captain Whitlock asked. “One hundred percent sure?” His eyes were wide with shock. There was no way. No possible way they were this close to Ghost. “I am. Ghost is Grace’s ex-husband. The man that she left me for.” Will put the photo album on the captain’s desk. He opened to the first photo. “There he is.”