My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

“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.

It was high time the public knew. I extended one hand towards her direction, pointing at her, ignoring the mummering in the hall. The auctioneer traced my hand, and his jaw dropped. “Miss Alissa Brooks, also known as Lydia.” There, I said it, what I wanted to say for a long time. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, replaced with something lighter because at that moment, a cocktail of emotions rushed through me. “You mean her?” The auctioneer asked in disbelief. I nodded. The woman everyone admired and held in high esteem was my partner. “She is my ex-wife and my date for tonight.”

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.

Spontaneously the wife of the man immediately approached me, she helped me until I got back up. She said "Miss, get up! It's okay, forgive us. We don't mean that. Enter our house! " But this woman's husband forbade what his wife said, "My wife, don't let She enter our house. What if she is a vampire? " The wife of the man in front of me denied what her husband said. "This girl is not a vampire! You have seen it right, she doused with holy water and now she does not respond as we thought. She does not blister, that means she is human! "

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

If it says Julia’s been running around on me, it’s probably telling the truth. “That fucking bitch!” I rage into the storm. My hands claw at the air in front of me, and I know that if she was standing before me right now, I’d squeeze the fucking life out of her. “Now, now,” the demon croons. “Let’s have a little patience. If you confront her like that, the fun will be over far too soon. The ghost took you over before in order to fuck your wife. Did you even know that?” “No,” I grind out. If Amos is trying to sooth me, it’s doing a terrible job. The thought of some asshole ghost possessing me and bending my wife over just adds fuel to the fire.

Something I never thought I’d see. Catalina never cries. She never asks. Never demands. She’s just... there. Always fucking there. Obedient. Warm. Silent. She lets me forget anniversaries. She takes the distance. She lets me be a monster and smiles when I bring home blood on my knuckles. But tonight, I slipped. I let the mask fall. I let the ghost of a woman I’ve never touched, never even seen fully, crawl into my bed. And I used my wife to exorcise her.