My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

"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.

"Tristin, it seems this illness hasn't cured your temper! If you're going to be this ungrateful, you don't need to be in this hospital. I'm taking you home, so I can teach you how to behave." She turned to go handle the discharge papers. I sneered. "Lily, you aren't even my wife. What right do you have to discharge me?" Lily froze. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Are you playing hard to get? If I'm not your wife, who is? Who else would ever want to be with a deadbeat like you?" As soon as she said that, a firm female voice echoed from the doorway. "That would be me. I'm his wife."

Angel realizes who it is but lets Claire do her job. "What do you want, human?" The ghost bride asks Claire. "We need to talk to a vampire that is currently there. Her name is Mary." Claire informs the ghost. Gregory is surprised to hear the psychic say his wife's name. He didn't tell her about Mary and yet she knew. That means that she is a good psychic. If Mary is on the other side, she might be able to reach her. "There's nobody left here since you closed the portal. I'm the only one left!" The ghost bride said and disappeared.

To protect my vision, I conceal my face with the back of my palms. Now that's a shield. Her voice will do. I don't need to see her face. This is the first time she has ever appeared to me since her passing. In my darkest hour, when I seek her face, she neglects me. What is her reason for showing up like a thief at night? Why does it have to be scary? What message is she trying to convey? I may have been wrong when I said ghosts don't exist. They fucking do now! My wife. She's enough evidence that I need.

she shouted again. "I assure you, that is the case as it stands." "Samantha is even more skeptical about this mystical shit that I am! I mean was. She's a born-again atheist, so why would she be seeing some kind of psychic --" "Medium," the ghost corrected her. "She is seeing a medium."

She turned to face me with an angry look, but I only smiled and winked. “Anaya, what is going on? Who is this man, and why does Hellen look like she has seen a ghost?” Nash asked, and I laughed. What an Idiot. “Dylan Johnson,” he smiled as he stretched his hand, “Hellen’s ex-husband.” Nash blinked between them, confusion spreading across his face. “Wait. Ex-Husband? Hellen, is this the man who abused you?” I took a seat, grabbed a new bottle of wine, and opened with a laugh, “You traveled halfway across the world to help her with her divorce, Nash,” My eyes met his, “And yet you don’t even know what her husband actually looked like?”

Then I turned around. “Now tell me, what is going on?” She sat quietly on the edge of the bed. For a long moment, she simply looked at me. Then she sighed. “I don’t even know how to explain it. The moment I entered that house, my spirit became troubled. I kept praying the feeling would leave. But it only became stronger.” She reached for my hand. “My daughter, when I saw your husband… tell me the truth. Are you absolutely sure that you’re married to a human being?”

said Elissa. "Exorcists can only exorcize evil demons. I'm not an evil demon. If I die, I'll become a demon trying to heal the feelings of my lost wife." "Huh? Me? Feeling lost? How could I? I'd be grateful if you died soon. After all, I've been keeping you as my husband a secret from everyone." Edgar nodded his head. His mouth twisted into a knot. "You kept it a secret so our marriage would feel like a courtship, right?"

Not with everything we had all gone through and survived. “Good day,” I called out when I stepped out onto the porch. “I asked to see the Alpha.” One of the women said. I recognised her as the wife of one of the Elders Elijah had gone to deal with. “I’m going to take it that your situation has left you frustrated and that is why you committed the slip-up of talking to me in such a way. Try not to do it again.” The woman gritted her teeth while the other one spoke. “We have a problem, Beta Jason. Our daughters are seeing ghosts. We want to know why. I thought we already defeated the rogue king, why are we seeing ghosts?”

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.