My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

"How does that even make sense?! That place is not inhabited by people so how the fuck would Mavis suddenly know that she and I look the same? Are you telling me that a ghost whispered it to her?" "Miss Hestia-" Karylle was suddenly cut off when something interrupted their conversation. "I will call you back," Hestia said before ending the call. She cursed under her breath before answering Jackie's sudden call.

“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.”

Gabriel took it, feeling the shock of skin against skin, feeling the mate bond flare between them with enough intensity that he saw Dominic's pupils dilate before iron control reasserted itself. They walked the red carpet together, Dominic's hand settling possessively on Gabriel's lower back, warm through the expensive suit fabric. Cameras flashed continuously. Gabriel heard whispers following them, voices that carried despite attempts at discretion. "Is that the exorcist?" "I heard Dominic rejected him years ago." "What is he doing here?" "Maybe the rumors about them were true after all."

"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 is my ex-wife." ‎

"Don't you dare lay a hand on them! They're here to exorcise the evil spirit possessing my son, so let go!" "Stay still! You are suspected of intentional injury and fraud! We're arresting you too!" Cold handcuffs snapped onto Mindy's wrists without any mercy. As she was dragged out, she looked at Sam on the stretcher, already tortured to the point of no longer looking human, and it finally clicked. Breaking down, she wailed, "Sam! Sam, what's wrong! Didn't they say that the evil spirit was exorcised? Sam!" Meanwhile I, the poor, terrified wife that was scared out of my mind and who was prevented by her mother-in-law from saving her husband, was gently supported by a female officer.

But the moment we locked eyes in the exam room, my heart sank. Neat and unassuming, Patrick wore a white coat that made patients trust him instantly. He was the head of OB-GYN at one of the city's top hospitals. So, who else could he be but my ex? "Valerie Carter, right? What seems to be the problem?" he asked in a businesslike tone, his slender fingers curling around a pen. Perfect. We had been broken up for barely two months, and he could already act like he didn't know me. He was truly ruthless.

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.