My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Mga Nobela at Kwento

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

I replied smirking at them. "Aaron Malhotra open your fucking mouth right now before I punch you so hard," I nudged glaring at him which made him come out of his dream land. "Everyone meet my mysterious wife, who is mysterious to world. Mrs. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. The love of my life," he replied grinning. Monkey monster. Jerk. Idiot. Moron. "For how long you both married? How long is your baby?" The same reporter asked who smirked at me.

But the doctor said one thing that made my plan stop in the tracks. “Who’s that in there?” “His ex-wife.” “You said his ex-wife is here,” the doctor said. “Good. She should be the one to hear this, to be involved. She’ll need to play the part of next of kin while we run tests and stabilize him.” The words landed awkwardly and heavily. “Play the part?” My voice came out thin. “You mean… act?”

“He despised you just as much as dear old dad. You betrayed him, and the inquisitors whipped him, starved him… and all but fed him to a demon.” I want to help her, but I stand no chance of physically overpowering this lord of hell. I need to make use of the distraction. I slip off to the kitchen and grab a container of salt from the larder. My worst anxiety is that I guessed completely wrong and my father’s ghost is not in fact already here possessing his ‘reborn son’ Christopher. I can’t exorcise this thing myself. The scriptures have little to no power when a damned bloodsucker speaks them.

We've only ever spoken over the phone. He pointed his hand to one of the chairs, “Have a seat.” I did. He took the other free seat, and we sat facing each other. “What did you find out?” I inquired again. He has a brown envelope with him, which I had noticed earlier. “There is something strange about Miss Lydia, or as we know her now, Alissa Brooks,” he said. He knows her as my wife, my ex-wife, I corrected myself. Sometimes, it is just so hard to address her as my ex-wife.

Three minutes ago, the hospital told us we had arrived on the wrong day for the appointment, and Richard had swung his cane at me. At that moment, Snow had refused to answer my calls. It turned out that she was busy taking care of another man. The poster’s profile had his photo. He looked very familiar. It was Yulan Ledger, Snow’s immediate subordinate. The man Snow always called her junior had quietly intruded on my marriage with her. Watching Snow carefully scrub the clothes clean in the video felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over me. Everything I had worked so hard for suddenly seemed like a joke.

I’ll be watching as your empire crumbles and your perfect little family falls apart. Fondly, Selene Westbrook The blood drained from my face. “She’s insane.” Michael cleared his throat. “I understand this is upsetting, but legally speaking, there’s not much you can do at this point.” Elias’s voice was cold. “Get off my property. Now.” Michael didn’t flinch. “I’ll be in touch if there are any updates.” He turned and walked away, his shoes clicking ominously against the marble floor. As soon as he was out of earshot, Elias slammed his fist onto the table. “She’s like a damn ghost. No matter how many times I think I’ve buried her, she keeps coming back.”

“Because I thought you understood your role.” She blinked slowly. “And what role is that, George? The wife or the ghost?” He flinched—just the smallest flicker around his eyes. She stepped closer, her voice soft but cutting. “You controlled the silence. I controlled when it ended.” “You used the scandal,” he accused. “You used me.” “No,” she said. “I used the moment.” He stared at her like she was a new language he hadn’t learned how to speak yet. Like the woman standing before him wasn’t the same one he’d married. And maybe she wasn’t. Not anymore.

He asked, searching her eyes as he added, “We have paid a team to hinder him from finding that doctor. So I don’t think he would be an issue, Mom. All we have to do is wait, and everything will be ours soon.” “I know. It’s not about Travis; well, technically it is about him but not directly," Elizabeth stated. “Okay, what exactly is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Michael asked impatiently. “Yes, I have, and I think this ghost is coming after you and me," Elizabeth said, her hands trembling. “Mom? What is it?” Michael snapped, trying to get her attention. “I saw… I saw… it’s Travis; I think he is going to…" Elizabeth stuttered, her eyes filled with regret.

"Shut the fuck up! Stop your nonsense I’m warning you. Stay away from my wife and daughter. If I ever catch you near them again, you’ll regret it." Stephen stood his ground, his voice firm. "Stop your drama and tell me where did you find my wife? Have you saved her from drowning" Lucas stiffened, clearly caught off guard. "What are you talking about?" Stephen’s eyes locked onto his. "You know exactly what I’m talking about. The woman you have with you—she’s my wife. You’re playing with her emotions. You manipulated her." Lucas’s facade faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "You’ve lost it, Stephen. You’ve lost your mind if you think my wife is yours. You’re wrong."