Wife Ghost Novels & Stories

The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her research data but couldn't locate where the error was. I'd gone to the research lab to pick up some things when I stumbled across the red-eyed Cecily. I asked if she needed help, so she explained the issue. After combing through every step of her research, I finally pointed out the problem. Over the course of five years, much had changed with the young woman who had been crying her eyes out over an issue with her research. I couldn't recognize her right away. Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about

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.”

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

"Any last words for the ex-wives, Kai? Or the kids you haven't seen in three years?" "Yeah." I looked up at him. I didn't blink. "I'm not the only one who didn't come alone." The shadow behind Ghost moved. "What—" A garrote wire snapped tight around Ghost’s throat. His eyes bulged. He tried to raise the gun, but a hand slammed his arm down. "Drop it," a woman’s voice whispered. Seraphina stepped out of the dark. Her face was a ruin of charcoal and raw skin, her silk dress blackened by the blast. She looked like a demon birthed from the sewer.

A deathly silence filled the room. Whitley’s face paled, shifting from flushed red to a deathly ashen white. She pointed a trembling finger at the candlestick holder. “It... it...” She stammered for a long time and was unable to form a complete sentence. Then, she let out a blood-curdling scream, turned, and ran outside. She scrambled away frantically without looking back. I watched her panicked retreat, then looked again at the candlestick holder on the table, and sighed.

The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid. I stood at the door, dumbfounded. What were they just talking about? Did Ragnar’s fifth mate also see a female ghost at night? Did the ghost also demand the ring? And she was so terrified that she passed away on the spot? So everything I saw the previous night was real. Was there really a ghost haunting the Nightfang family?

she whispered. Vincent’s claws shook with tension. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he bared his fangs at the ghost. “You’ll never take her,” he said sternly. The ghost tilted its head slightly. “She already belongs to me, and soon…you will too.” Camela screamed, her voice breaking. “Vincent!” Without hesitation, Vincent lunged forward, driving his claws deep into the shadowy figure’s chest. The ghost let out a shriek as its form began to dissolve into smoke.

"How do you feel?" My mind was a tangle. What was happening? Wasn't I in the office? Hadn't Julian been dead? I recoiled in panic, my back slamming against the headboard. "You're a ghost!" I cried. "Don't be afraid," he replied, stopping and speaking softly, a sadness I couldn't read in his eyes. "It was only a dream. You had a very long, very bad nightmare." A dream? No. Julian had been killed—stabbed by Jayden. Blood everywhere. I had seen it with my own eyes.

In an abandoned warehouse, my mother was tied up in the middle of the open floor, her body covered in bloody slash marks. She looked up at the woman before her, her face twisted in pain. "Adeline... I'm your mother-in-law. How could you do this to me?" Adeline Malone paused mid-motion while touching up her makeup. A cold smirk curved her red lips, her beautiful face dripping with contempt. "Then tell your selfish son to crawl out of hiding. Do that, and I'll let the rest of you go."