Ghost Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I snapped, crossing my arms. He grinned and licked his lips. “I can see why he picked you. I’m Ghost, the Beta of Venom,” he said, reaching for my hand. I cringed, but let him take it, he kissed the back of it. Ghost … you certainly will be soon if I can help it. Please don’t haunt me though, that’s all I need. “The walk over here made me get quite a thirst, you have a drink by chance,” I asked, giving my best smile, polite but not overly forced. Something told me this guy didn’t get many females to himself, Beta or not.

My bones know it's him, and I walk across the restaurant until I'm standing next to the table. His chocolate eyes mirror mine, an unfamiliar hardness shining in them. He's a ghost. An apparition. A twilight phantom, all mixed in one, brought back to life for a single night, for a single purpose. To haunt me until he puffs back into the elusive dust he really is. "Hello, Hannah." As if I don't have enough nightmares to deal with.

please note that James St patrick in this story line will also be called Jamie or Ghost st patrick and Angela will also be called Angie Paz is Angela's best friend Aaron is Paz's son,Tommy is James Elder brother and Kanan is James smaller brother and Tasha is James cousin. Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance.

I was the less achiever, the one who got records in discplinary office. "So how's your love life? How were you and your boyfriend ... was it Vaughn?" Maddy while we were on the trip. We remained on touch even with the distance. So we updated on each other’s lives. "He ghosted me. We didn't have a proper break up. But what else does it mean that he didn't wake up for three weeks? It's obvious." "You don't look brokenhearted, do you?" he tempted me. "What do you expect? I was sad at first, of course. But I'm not at fault, so why would I waste my time grieving for something not worth my tears?"

The only other people who knew who he was, were Gunn and the triplets. "I'm Aaron Muron, many of you may know me as Ghost. I'm the godfather of the mafia. The founder of Muron Springs." The room broke out in shocked gasps and whispers. Fear settled on their faces as they watched him, wondering what his next move would be. As the story goes, whoever saw Ghost, didn't live to tell the tale. "I want to enter a partnership with you all. This could be the start of something beautiful." He said, biting into his bottom lip.

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

"That should cover, what, a hundred thrift store tops? Go wild. Maybe next time you'll show up in something that doesn't scream clearance bin. And hey—do us both a favor and stop name-dropping me." He pointed at the cash on the ground like it was trash. "What? Just gonna stand there? Not enough? Oh right—guess broke girls like you don't bend anymore. Go on. Pick it up. Crawl for it." The crowd buzzed—whispers, snickers, side-eyes. "Who is she? Dressed like THAT?" "Mr. Censori's ex. Yikes." "She dumped him? Bet she's kicking herself." Gavin was eating it up.

Franco is just a part of my past. He’s my ex-boyfriend. He also became my first boyfriend and no one followed him. Until I fling and just had no label on the others after Franco and I broke up. One of the reasons why I’m into ghosting men is because of what happened between us. I’m afraid it will happen again. The trauma I got from the separation of the two of us. We didn’t have a proper break up because he left without even letting me know. He did not inform me the day of his departure. He didn't talk to me before he left, he didn't even apologize or inform me that he didn't want to and we broke up.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Ghost asked as I filled a tray of whiskeys. He sat in his usual spot at the bar when I worked. He and Uncle Harris seemed to have formed a friendship. One that allowed Ghost to stay overnight on the nights I worked. We were now inseparable. I waited for a moment when I wanted some privacy, but the urge never came. Ghost was my most caring, considerate, and handsome boyfriend. I was fed, chauffeured, and cared for, making me feel cherished and loved. We set aside time to complete his work and my homework, balancing out the fun part of dating. He often had meetings at the club—a club I was never invited to.