Ghost Boyfriend Novels & Stories

He drummed his fingers on the table. “Ghost. No last name. Adopted by Christopher Blackwell as a child. No blood relatives listed. No history of lasting relationships.” Vladimir put special emphasis on that word before trailing off. “Greymount, you said you sensed something earlier?” “I have commitment issues.” Snatching the olive from my drink, Ghost placed it between his teeth. “My favorite food is pancakes and I last took a shit this morning. I’ve also been having this reoccurring dream lately—”

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

After escorting the young recruits, the deity of 9th space went to the gathering place of the deities. “Oh, number nine!” Everyone was so excited to see the 9th deity. “Hey, I have a name. My name is Maley! Don’t call me number nine!”- The 9th deity always tries to look serious. “OMG! Maley! Are you still annoyed with names?”- the Perian deity said. Maley was about to say something when an old voice resounded: “Maley, Perian, you two just come here, don’t argue!”

It feels like a punch to the gut. I try not to stare, but it’s impossible not to. Celeste looks so... light. Like she’s shed all the drama, all the weight of what happened between us, and moved on without a second thought. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, drowning in my own guilt and loneliness. I don’t even notice him until he’s standing in front of me. "Mind if I join you?" The guy says and he smiles. I look him in his eyes and there's something there. I don't know what it is but he's not right. I know I should says no but I nod.

Hot tears burned my eyes. "She slept one night in that same room you stay in now and never woke up. Some people said her husband must have used her for rituals but I personally didn't believe them. Her husband was a good man and…" He went on blabbing unaware of the storm he had set in motion within me. So, Nono, my little cousin was right after all. Someone really died in that room. So, I have been having sex with a ghost this entire time? How did I even come about the name Philomena? I could not remember being introduced to her by anyone. The first real encounter I had with her was that sex we had on the couch while I was drunk. That should be why all the sex seems to begin when am about to

"I need to get it back." It was a lie. It was just really hard to believe that she had just ghosted me. I was the one who was supposed to do the ghosting. I was Lucas Hart. Women don't just leave Lucas Hart. They get left. I was the prize. The catch. The ultimate bachelor. It was a blow to my ego. And I couldn't let it go.

"We have been best friends since college. I have never once seen you like this after one of your fake dates." I drag a hand down my face. "I kissed her, Mason." His eyebrows shoot straight up. "The no-feelings, strictly-business, definitely-not-real fake girlfriend?" "That one." "And?" "And it did not feel fake." The words come out low and rough, like a confession I have been carrying around for weeks. "It has not felt fake in a long time, if I am honest."

I’ve been ghosted. Okay, technically, it’s only been twenty-four hours. But in girl math, that’s like six months, especially when you’re waiting for a text from a helicopter pilot who called you “Sticky” like it was the most charming thing he’s ever said in his life. Theo. THEO.

He swirled a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, looking every bit the ruthless, untraceable Ghost Billionaire. ​Across from him, Arthur Cole sat reviewing financial reports on a tablet. ​"The boarding house in Rome has been prepped for your arrival, Boss," Arthur said, setting the tablet down. "The Italian syndicate directors are waiting. But tell me... does Chairwoman Miller have any idea who is sitting next to her at dinner every night?" ​Oliver took a slow sip of his drink, staring out at the sea of white clouds. "None. To Vivian, I am just a quiet substitute husband whose father used to work for you."

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.