Ghost Boyfriend Novels & Stories

A new message from Ghost waited. Ghost: You’re thinking about quitting. Don’t. Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs. How the hell did he know? She hadn’t told anyone. Hadn’t posted anything. Ghost: You don’t want normal, Aria. You’re addicted to this now. To me. I can give you things no college degree ever will. She typed back angrily. Aria: You don’t know me. Stop pretending you do. Ghost: I know you better than you know yourself. Check your email.

"Indeed. Not only had she seduced our handsome Luca, but she had also now openly gone out with another man. She is such a b*tch!" "I don't think so. That man is probably someone she had paid to become her boyfriend. You know, a rental boyfriend. For someone like her, having one is possible to keep an appearance." Then, they laughed among themselves.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

It was the exact geometric design from the wall. "The man at the club with Maya and her friends had this exact chain and pendant," she breathed, her face going a ghostly shade of white. "The notes, the creepy gifts, the location tracking… the 'R' was for Rhys. Rhys Blackwood has been stalking me." The playful fiancé died in that moment. My blood boiled. Rhys Blackwood. The man who had grabbed her wrist at the party. The man I’d punched. He hadn't just been an arrogant tech rival; he was a predator who had been hunting my woman under my own nose.

I kept it long for years. On the eve of Giselle's return, Jason posted, "Leave my beloved in peace and let her heart lead her to me." At that time, we were still playing the "pretend couple" game. I naturally assumed this was his way of expressing feelings he couldn't say out loud, so I silently liked the post. I thought it would let him know how I felt. The plan I had carefully designed to confess my impure feelings for Jason over the past decade crumbled the next morning when mutual friends in the comments snapped me back to reality.

His eyes travel from my bare to my chain-marked arms, to the look on my face. “I was going to say something but you were looking pretty focused. Didn’t want to interrupt…….whatever this is.” Ghost’s anger builds again and my claws extended. “What are you doing here” I growled moving towards him slowly. His grin widens, not at all moved by the sight in front of him. “Easy now, Kael. I’m just visiting a friend.” Ghost doesn’t believe him. Neither do I. I can smell Aria’s scent on him……he touched her. Ghost’s voice in my head sharpens to a blade.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

My girlfriend, Kayleigh Richards, and I had been childhood sweethearts for ten years. The day I was taken back by my family at 18 years old, she clung to my hand, tears streaming down her face, begging me not to go. But in just two short years, the innocence in her eyes had faded. She carried herself with the poise of a grown woman now, and she had become much more calculating. When I stepped down from the truck, the first thing I wanted to do was pull her into a hug. But she slipped away from my touch so subtly that it almost went unnoticed.