My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

Delilah asked. “I was only sixteen at the time, and at that time I was in a relationship with my boyfriend, Noah, who’s now my late night ex husband. Wendy, your birth mother, had a witch for a grandmother. And she advised that I go and sanctify myself and stay in the church for at least a week. She could not go in there herself because she was a witch.” Natalia took a deep breath.

he asked, his tone cold and dismissive. “The wedding of Mr. Marcus that’s taking place here today,” the reporter stammered, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected question. Kingsley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the reporter’s persistence. “I don’t know who that is,” he said flatly, before turning and walking away without offering any further explanation. The reporters exchanged confused looks. “Is there another event happening here besides the wedding?” one reporter asked. One of the other reporters nodded, his eyes narrowing as he began to piece things together. “Oh! I think I saw a lady upstairs—she looked just like an angel. She went up with a man.”

asked Krish. “ Sir, as you said, she is not the daughter of Kuki's headman. She was a daughter of a normal man and the most important thing is that she died two years ago.. ” said Naksh while both Krish and Kartik were stunned. They glanced at each other, meanwhile, Kartik said with frowned eyes, “ H.. Have you ever checked your w... I mean your maid's shadow before? ” he stuttered as he gulped. “ I have heard that ghost or spirit doesn't have shadows, ” he added while Krish glared at him

Max smiles, “Then I will work three jobs to keep you comfortable in this life.” “Then you are taken from me, Max.” I see every bit of tension leave Max, “Elanor, nothing can take me from you. Even if I die, I will wander the world as a ghost forever just to watch over you.” I smile, “If you start moving things as a ghost, I will have to call someone.” Max squeezes my hand, “I will only move things on occasion, so you know I’m there.” I nod. Max gestures to the door, “Let’s go see our house.”

Hestia met his gaze and she smiled and pointed her finger at him. "Oh... Why am I seeing my ex-husband right now? Am I dreaming already?" She proceeded to pinch her cheeks. "Yep. I think I really am dreaming." Grayson just shook his head and was about to call for one of the servers to take away the glasses on the table, but he stopped when Hestia grabbed his sleeve. "What did I do wrong?" she asked, seemingly being in a state of absentmindedness. "Why did our marriage end? Was I not enough?"

“Ones that affected not just my personal life, but the structure of this company.” His voice didn’t shake. But I could feel the weight behind it. “And today, I’m fixing that.” He turned slightly toward me. “This is Kiara.” A small pause. “My wife.” The word hit the room so hard. You could feel it. There was shock, confusion, curiosity and people that didn't seem surprised, because they knew we were once married. “And more importantly,” he continued, “she is one of the best interior designers in the industry right now.”

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

She sputtered with quivering lips, "N-No! It's not like that! The recording is all faked!" Even at that moment, Mara was trying to deny it. I sneered. "The police will surely look into the recording, but do you really think you can escape the law?" Mara shuddered. She opened her mouth and begged me once more, "Honey, let me explain…" Right at that moment, Ian's wife, Sharon Hewitt, arrived just in time and overheard the recordings. She was furious. She ran over and slapped Mara on the face twice. "You shameless wench! How dare you seduce a married man?!"

The old lady froze in place. Paislee slowly regained her calm. She felt a little proud, and looked around her. Marlee stumbled off the ground. “What happened to the old lady, Ms. Paislee?” Paislee’s face darkened. “I suspect that your old lady’s been possessed. Normally speaking, the Lycan Pill should be able to deal with any problem! “Other than being possessed, there isn’t any other explanation! “But don’t worry! The House of Priests specializes in exorcism.

“Your power.” The words hit me, but I didn’t understand. He started pacing again, his tone almost conversational, like we were discussing the weather. “For weeks now, I’ve been in touch with the spirits of my wife’s bloodline. They’re still seers, you know, even in death. And they guided me to a living descendent of my wife, a particularly clever one, who shared a little secret with me.” I didn’t want to hear it. Whatever it was, I did not want to know. But he kept going.