Demi Lovato Ghost Novels & Stories

Ava in van: "Any movement?" Kira: "Negative." 11:59 PM. A figure stepped out of the shadows. Mask. Hoodie. Laptop bag. Ghost. Changed voice: "Mr. Cole." Damian: "Take off the mask." Ghost: "Deal first." Damian: "Deal's off." Ghost opened the laptop. "Bedroom video. Should I play it?" Damian took one step forward. "Do it." Ghost hit play. Ava on screen. In 1 second Damian grabbed his hand.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

"Remember all the time we spent together." Music played: Together by Demi Lovato. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Melody POV I blinked at Giovanni’s question and didn’t know how to answer him. He was close to the truth and sooner or later, he will realize the truth but, the outcome of the truth was all I tried to avoid.

I gave her a small smile. " I saw Mofe walking out, is all good?" I nod. "She went to the bathroom". "Okay, then, I'll be back soon". I nod and out my airpods on, my phone dinged. I clicked on the album by Joeboy that Tochi shared with me on Spotify. The beat flooded my ears making me a sudden saccharine rush. I felt a sudden relieve something i haven't felt in totality since that night after socials but that was soon gone when from the wall facing me emerged Lola's ghost. Everything around her was a blur, she was the only clear thing in sight. She had let her high bun out in a fro. Do ghosts change their looks?

“I flew home, stood at your grave, feeling a void of not having you around. I avoided everything that reminded me of you… Until one night I sat in bed reminded of your smile, Your eyes, your golden blonde hair… Now I stay with your ghosts.” My chest felt tight... I felt both seen and heard. I didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like the singer went into my heart and knew exactly how I felt. I look at the screen on the dash. Rae Hartley. Interesting... “I sing to your ghost, dance with your ghost. I listen to your voicemail — any piece of you is precious and beautiful.”

“What the fuck else am I supposed to do? Start a slow clap?” “I thought it was just sex,” she sighed. “Why the hell did you fall for him?” “There are women in this world, Isla... women who think they can dance with the devil and come out clean.” I laughed, but it was a hollow thing. “I saw something in Damien. Something human. I fell in love with a ghost. And now I’m mourning someone who never even existed. It’s like watching a corpse walk, talk, and get engaged in front of me.”

Wendy looked confused. She didn't understand why I asked her that. I continued, "If you love me, why have you never once prepared a gift for me on your own accord? If you love me, why have you always refused to take vacations with me? If you love me, why would you get pregnant with another man's baby and even do a wedding photoshoot with him? "I'm human, you know. My heart hurts and bleeds just like everyone else's. If this is what it means to be loved by you, then I'm sorry, but it's not for me."

It was a voice both hauntingly familiar and deeply unsettling, yet I couldn't place its origin. The doors of the church swung open, admitting a gust of wind and a figure cloaked in darkness. With a microphone clutched tightly in his hand, he strode forward accompanied by a troupe of menacing accomplices. Fear gripped my heart, for in that moment, I beheld the face of my sinister ex-lover. "I love you, and I will have you back. No one but me is worthy of your hand in marriage," his voice seethed with possessiveness, his words an ominous declaration.