My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

chuckled Tyler hugging his wife sideways, "Talking about you guys actually reminds me of us. Only that we didn't have anyone to ask for help. We figured it out together." They looked at each other smiling. "You are telling us that you guys fell in love afterward?" smirked Ryan sneaking a glance at us. "Yeah and I'm glad I did" Tyler grinned. A cute couple I must point out. "But how can you see Jimin, Mrs. Grace? Mr. Tyler can't" I asked curiously. "That's my gift," she mumbled, "More like a job now. I got it from my grandmom. I deal with ghosts, demons, spirits, the supernatural department".

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

"I don't know. The spell should've worked so why did this new ghost show up?" I flop back on my bed, resting my forearm on my forehead. "Because he says I'm his wife-or was in another life." "Wait," her head snaps in my direction, "they both say you're connected to them from a past life?" "Yup." I take my arm off my head and look over at her. She's worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and a really bad sensation like I am sinking through the floor hits me. "What?" I ask, not able to stand the silence anymore.

"Miss Sasha, forgive me for lying to you for the first time, but I did all this for you." ***San Diego Province Building A008 came from Adam's voice. "Smack!" "Slut, I said that Imelda's illness is getting worse and worse; it turns out that you are the ghost behind your back!" "I'm just such a son, how dare you? How dare you! A middle-aged woman with yellow hair was knocked to the ground, covering half of her face and covered in bruises. This woman is none other than Adam's wife Ivy. Some time ago, Adam's son Imelda suddenly fell ill.

I had been reborn. The nurse's voice on the phone grew more urgent as I remained silent. "Dr. Kingsley, please hurry to the operating room. The patient has already been brought in." … In my previous life, as soon as I received the nurse's call, I had rushed over without a moment's hesitation. It wasn't until I reached the operating table that I realized the hemorrhaging patient was my own wife, Clara, in the late stages of her pregnancy. Not long before that, we had spoken on the phone. She had told me she was at home doing her nightly yoga routine. So how had she ended up here, bleeding so profusely?

It's this insanity that makes me want to enter her and makes me want to be with her. Her breasts are small, but they will soon be mine. I just have to locate my physical body and regain my strength for that to happen. It is out there somewhere, stolen by that damned jokester, the Ghost. If I were to guess her name, I would call her an ancestor. The Ghost must be the wife of the last Chieftain of the wolf clan. Her soul was never laid to rest.

I no longer had the spotlight on me. The press were more concentrated on drilling her for answers which she eagerly dished out. “It is true that Mr. Dickson and I are dating and I could not be happier.” She looked at me lovingly, blowing me an air kiss. “Miss Bel Air, is it true that you were once married to the CEO of Everything Sow?” That question caught her off guard. I could tell because it took her a moment to return to the confident bravado she walked in here with. “It is true. I am a divorced singleton and a hot one at that.” The light comical comeback erupted laughter from everyone including me.

“We have a problem.” “Oh?” the voice on the other end replied, a hint of amusement evident. “What kind of problem?” “It’s Calla,” Damien said, his grip on the phone tightening. "Your ex-wife.?" The voice asked. "The bitch hasn't even signed the divorce papers ." Damien said “She’s back. And she’s stirring up trouble.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a low chuckle. “Well, well, well. Looks like the past has come back to bite you in the ass, huh?”

His smirk deepens, his eyes locking onto mine with that same volatile heat that always existed between us. "You're welcome, wife." I'm married to a ghost who won't stay dead. My ex is probably having an aneurysm. My entire brand is now built on this walking red flag. And the most pathetic part? A tiny, champagne-soaked piece of me is buzzing with something that feels suspiciously like thrill. This is going to absolutely ruin me. "You should get ready. We're leaving Vegas in a bit," he casually says, and my jaw drops. "WHAT?!"

Aaron's words rang in my head, I swallowed hard, I swallowed the lump in my throat but was unable to digest the words I'm listening to from my own father, his words questioning the real me. “ If I am the calm daughter, Kade's house wife, the silent victim and nothing I'm proud of then Who's Avia?” Aaron moved closer, his hand gently holding my shoulder, his shadow stretching across my fragile figure, speaking sense in me. “ It is an order Avia if you fail to save your marriage, I won't fail to disappoint you, you have no home and no family here. I'm sorry, even your mother can't save you.” The smirk from Aaron made me realize he wasn't joking, and with fear I held his stare without lowering