Ao3 Ghost Novels & Stories

Magnus stood, sulking at the memory, and stormed out. “Careful with that one, daughter. His aura matches yours.” I looked at my father in question. “Blood red is fierce and passionate. Your auras are drawn to one another.” “I have a mate.” “Yes, you do.” Ghost spat as he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway. His stern gaze sent chills down my spine. “Do I need to remind you?” “Yes, please.” My half-eaten chicken salad sandwich dropped onto my plate as my eyes dilated, locking with Ghost’s gaze.

Olivia couldn’t see anything because of the light, only the sound of the deity remained in her ears. “Young recruit will have to dedicate to the galaxy. You have the white of the fairy flower, the beauty of the unicorn and you are the pride of the phoenix. Don’t let me down!” The sound made Olivia curious about her identity. Fairy flower? Unicorn? Phoenix? Why did he say that? She doesn’t know. No one tells her about that. Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole.

Dad rarely comes here. I keep looking at her picture until my eyes turn heavy with sleep. GHOST His feet are lighter than air as he strides toward her, making no noise, not even by mistake. His feet aren't touching the floor. He's floating in the air, just an inch above. A ghostly smile plays on his handsome face as he glances down at her, sleeping in an awkward way. His eyes are still roaming on her body, looking for a sign of injury. Fury burns in his eyes as he recalls her surroundings with the fire. His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark.

Even though the books the two of them were holding did not match the alphabetical order on the shelf. Ria rolled her eyes and laughed inwardly. Correct. There must be a lot of ghosts in this library. Ghost that looked like a Loren… ** In the afternoon, Ria had returned home. Now she was calmer because she had got some references about what she was looking for. Based on the research she had done in books and the internet, Ria drew a conclusion. Ghost is the energy from the memory that left behind. This is supported by the fact that she dreamed about that figure when he was still alive and living in this house.

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

My breathing came ragged, uneven, each thrust sending a jolt of sensation through me that only sharpened the ache she was digging into my chest. Her fingers slipped in the back of my hair, gripping hard as she leaned in, her forehead pressing against mine. Her moans mixed with my gasps, her lips brushing against my mouth. I was losing it, losing myself to her, to this. “Do you even know why Ghost exists?” she kissed my lips and I tried to kiss her back but she didn't let me, “He exists because it was easier to let him carry the weight of what she did to you. Ghost exists because Alessandro couldn't handle it. Ghost is anger, pain, hate, the things you weren’t allowed to feel. The things you

Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured. I was moved to see all my friends genuinely celebrating my return. But now, it was time for me to introduce Cecily to them. After clearing my throat, I raised our intertwined hands and said loudly, "I figured now's a good time as ever to introduce you guys to Cecily. She's my old college junior." I paused briefly before adding, "And, she's also my fiancee." At first, I thought that after my experience with Wendy, it was hard for me to start a new relationship. I was even prepared to dedicate my life to science.

“The question is if it really matters.” I joined Brett’s surprise at her words. She smiled. “There’s a lot of debate around what ghosts actually are. Are they what’s left of a person’s energy or are they actual souls? If they’re souls, it makes sense to hurry to help them move on. But I’m inclined to agree with my mentor’s theory, that they’re the remaining of people’s egos, not their soul.” “You lost me,” I said.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]