Ghost Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I sighed. "I'm not your girlfriend. I haven't lost my memory, and I know exactly who I am, which definitely isn't your girlfriend," I explained firmly, hoping he would grasp the essence of my words. "So that means you're an imposter," he uttered, looking at me with suspicion. "Well, I'm..." I stammered, realizing the predicament I had unwittingly landed myself in. "Get out of my house now!" he yelled, causing my eyes to widen in shock.

Zoey. My life was a complete mess after catching my boyfriend Orion Gritton, the star hockey player from Oakwood University cheating with a cheerleader. That alone would’ve been enough to wreck me. But getting dumped by him in front of the entire state during his big game? That was a new level of humiliation. All I wanted to do afterward was crawl under my blanket, disappear forever, and pretend none of it happened. But life doesn’t work like that. I had to get up eventually, had to step out of my tiny dorm room and face the world again.

His entire face changed and he let out a long, dramatic huff… this was going to take a while then! “I’m in a relationship with someone who is dating himself.” We found ourselves comfortable on one of the outside bench before he continued, “Remember the guy I told you about?” “Which one?” I paused before nodding, “Wait… don’t tell me it’s Mr. I’m so fucking ready to marry you!” “Exactly...” “What happened?” “He just disappeared.” “What do you mean disappeared? He ghosted you?” I asked after he had held me shut my open mouth. “Like a magician.”

If she is not here, where the fuck is she? “Thank you,” I say, walking away and entering my car. I grip the steering wheel and then slam my hands against it as my phone rings. Retrieving it from the inside pocket of my jacket, I answered without looking. “I heard you had a tough night,” I hear Ghost say on the other side of the line. The man knows me better than anyone and knows I am ready to punch someone’s brains out. “I’ve got a space to be filled tomorrow night. Are you interested,” he says.

Instead of answering Lucy, Frank smiled at her, asking her why she would go that far even if she did not fancy their chances. "For Jojo." Lucy stroked her belly as she relieved her memories. "She was my friend, and one might even say that she's the reason Zac and I got together…" Then, her voice turned somber, as the memories became painful. "That is, until three days ago… We were hanging out at a karaoke bar when we ran into The Ghosters." She growled through her teeth, shivering and rubbing between her brow. "That was when I met Ghost—or perhaps I should say the man calling himself Ghost.

“Why don’t you like me?” That got his attention—though he still didn’t look at her. “I never said I didn’t like you.” “You don’t have to,” she said quietly. “You’re always rude. Distant. Like I annoy you just by breathing.” The taxi hit a small bump. Caleb’s jaw tightened. “Did you know there’s a ghost in our building?” Gabriella blinked. “What?” “On your floor,” he continued flatly. “It’s haunted.” She laughed despite herself. “Is this your way of changing the topic?”

the other girl giggled. Casey bottled up the anger inside her and she dropped her shopping bags in her car trunk. "Hey that's Casey, Zach ex girlfriend" a guy pointed at Casey. "She's beautiful" the other guy commented. "Nah, have you seen Zach's current girlfriend? she's an angel. She's so pretty that she doesn't need make-up but Casey depends on make-up. I wish I am the one dating that angel" the guy stated with dreamy eyes. Casey fumed and she entered her car, if she listen to one more whisper about her, she's sure that she'll lock that person in a cell forever.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

“Who the heck is Mason?“ She asked. Oops! I had forgotten that she still didn't believe that I was interacting with ghosts and my dumb self had mistakenly mentioned Mason's name during my explanation. “Are you seeing someone now? And you didn't care to inform me?“ I laughed at the thought of me dating Mason. Not like he was bad and not up to standard. No, it was for a different reason entirely. You see, the Mason I know would never for a second think of having an intimate relationship with me. If Cassie had made that statement with Drew's name in it, then, that would have had a hundred percent chance of happening. Why? I still can't get over what had happened between both of us the previous

“You heard me.” I blinked. “The fuck I am.” “You will,” he said, tone flat. “Or Ghost drags your ass back to the strip club .” “You have arms. Use them.” He exhaled through his nose. Slow. “I don’t need my arms, ragazza. I need obedience.” My skin prickled. Ghost wasn’t here. He’d left hours ago to go get Pietro. The hacker. The weird one. The one who kept giving me looks like he wanted to bite me and cry about it after.