My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

I had been reborn. The nurse's voice on the phone grew more urgent as I remained silent. "Dr. Kingsley, please hurry to the operating room. The patient has already been brought in." … In my previous life, as soon as I received the nurse's call, I had rushed over without a moment's hesitation. It wasn't until I reached the operating table that I realized the hemorrhaging patient was my own wife, Clara, in the late stages of her pregnancy. Not long before that, we had spoken on the phone. She had told me she was at home doing her nightly yoga routine. So how had she ended up here, bleeding so profusely?

It's this insanity that makes me want to enter her and makes me want to be with her. Her breasts are small, but they will soon be mine. I just have to locate my physical body and regain my strength for that to happen. It is out there somewhere, stolen by that damned jokester, the Ghost. If I were to guess her name, I would call her an ancestor. The Ghost must be the wife of the last Chieftain of the wolf clan. Her soul was never laid to rest.

’ Somehow, I knew we’d be victorious at the end of the day. Pastor Alozie was reading the same verses for the fifteenth time when his wife arrived home from church. She carefully examined his face and concluded that something terrible had taken place in her absence. After greetings were exchanged, her blood ran cold for the next one hour while her husband narrated his ‘experience’ between himself and the goddess of prosperity. He paused at intervals to answer her questions. She’d known about angels, spirits, demons and marine creatures but as she sat down there listening to her husband, she knew of a truth, they really existed.

How had this happened? My wife was gone, yet she wasn’t. She was dead, but her body, in every single way, had been living, breathing, and wandering around my home for several weeks. Our home as if she were here again as if a ghost of her had come back to give me comfort or torture me.

I no longer had the spotlight on me. The press were more concentrated on drilling her for answers which she eagerly dished out. “It is true that Mr. Dickson and I are dating and I could not be happier.” She looked at me lovingly, blowing me an air kiss. “Miss Bel Air, is it true that you were once married to the CEO of Everything Sow?” That question caught her off guard. I could tell because it took her a moment to return to the confident bravado she walked in here with. “It is true. I am a divorced singleton and a hot one at that.” The light comical comeback erupted laughter from everyone including me.

“We have a problem.” “Oh?” the voice on the other end replied, a hint of amusement evident. “What kind of problem?” “It’s Calla,” Damien said, his grip on the phone tightening. "Your ex-wife.?" The voice asked. "The bitch hasn't even signed the divorce papers ." Damien said “She’s back. And she’s stirring up trouble.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a low chuckle. “Well, well, well. Looks like the past has come back to bite you in the ass, huh?”

His smirk deepens, his eyes locking onto mine with that same volatile heat that always existed between us. "You're welcome, wife." I'm married to a ghost who won't stay dead. My ex is probably having an aneurysm. My entire brand is now built on this walking red flag. And the most pathetic part? A tiny, champagne-soaked piece of me is buzzing with something that feels suspiciously like thrill. This is going to absolutely ruin me. "You should get ready. We're leaving Vegas in a bit," he casually says, and my jaw drops. "WHAT?!"

Aaron's words rang in my head, I swallowed hard, I swallowed the lump in my throat but was unable to digest the words I'm listening to from my own father, his words questioning the real me. “ If I am the calm daughter, Kade's house wife, the silent victim and nothing I'm proud of then Who's Avia?” Aaron moved closer, his hand gently holding my shoulder, his shadow stretching across my fragile figure, speaking sense in me. “ It is an order Avia if you fail to save your marriage, I won't fail to disappoint you, you have no home and no family here. I'm sorry, even your mother can't save you.” The smirk from Aaron made me realize he wasn't joking, and with fear I held his stare without lowering

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.