Ghost Books For Adults Novels & Stories

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

He joked. A watery laugh broke through my sobs. “Never. There’s no space left in my heart for anyone else. It’s all yours. Always.” “And I’ll make love to you every night,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Even as a ghost. I’ll do it right in front of him before I drag his soul to hell.” I wrinkled my nose, half-laughing, half-disturbed. “Ghost sex? Why are we even talking about me being a widow? And then having sex with your ghost?”

I watch my breasts compress under pressure I can't see, my nipples pinched by nothing, and the surreal horror-arousal of being fucked and groped by a ghost makes my body flood around his cock. "I can feel you getting wetter," he says, pounding into me. "Every thrust you drip more. Your body accepted what your brain is still fighting." He drives deep and I moan. "Give up, Wren. Let me have this. I've been hard in this room for two centuries with no relief and your pussy is the first warm thing I've felt since I died." "You're a ghost," I gasp, my hips rising to meet his invisible thrusts. "I'm being fucked by a ghost and I can't even see you and I'm about to cum again, what is wrong with me—"

Everyone Zoe met, she would tell them, “I had someone read her fortune. Maisie’s future is cursed. She’s sickly. Stay away from her.” I clenched my teeth and propped myself up despite being weak and feverish. I went to see the fortune teller who had read my fortune in my previous life. After hearing the full story, he told me that there was definitely something I had not noticed yet, and I needed to go back and search carefully. I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing.

The Blackthorn Hotel had stood on the edge of the misty cliffs for over a century, its reputation for hauntings as famous as its opulent rooms. Most guests requested the infamous Suite 313 out of morbid curiosity. Dr. Sophia Reyes, 36, requested it out of pure skepticism. She was a clinical psychologist and vocal debunker of the paranormal. “Ghosts don’t exist,” she had told the wide-eyed receptionist with a confident smile. “They’re just stories people tell themselves to feel something.”

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded