Ghost Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I kissed him back just as hard, nails raking down his chest, tearing at his shirt. I shoved him back an inch, gasping. “So let me get this straight. This isn’t real. You created it. And dragged me in?” He licked his lips, tasting me still. “Something like that. Call it… a ghost world.” I stared at him. “So what? You’re a ghost?” His grin turned wicked. “Yes,” he said, stepping close again, hands already sliding down my body. “A ghost that can fuck.” His mouth crashed into mine again, and this time I didn’t push him away.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

"I mean you looked like a guilty criminal when he walked in the door." "Now whose side are you on?" I shake my head. "Of course I feel guilty-I've made out with two freaking ghosts-both of whom are waiting for me in the graveyard. God, my life is such a freaking mess." "I think you're damn lucky." She leans an elbow back on my bed. "A hunky human boyfriend and two handsome ghosts who have the hots for you, one of which is a Viking, I used to drool over that show when it was on TV."

Why can’t I just have an ordinary life? “I am hoping your boyfriend cares enough to send some cash.” “He isn’t my boyfriend!” “If that’s true… That would be unfortunate,” he says, digging out his phone. My eyes widen as I recognize my phone ringing in his palm. “Oh… Fucking finally,” West says as he sits up and shows the screen to Ghost. “What do you think?” Blood rushes to my head as I glance back and forth between them. “It’s safe. Go ahead,” Ghost says, giving him a triumphant smirk.

“Wait, are you telling me that you..” Georgia nodded. “Yes, I have a boyfriend now. I am in love but I might quit as a stripper soon.” Georgia said. Heart felt so happy for Georgia and smiled. ‘Good for Georgia, but as for me, I have a comatose lover but I fell out of love, now I am cheating on him with my CEO who was even my client before and he does not even know that I am Scarlet Heart, the stripper who he fucked multiple of times.’ Heart thought.

I move toward the back, where Ghost is posted up with that smug look he always wears after something interesting walks through our doors. He clocks me and pats the seat beside him. “Sit, brother.” I drop down and take the glass he slides my way without a word. “So?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the bar. “What’s her story? We don’t get girls like that walking in off the street. Not unless they’re already tagged by another club.” Ghost lets out a quiet grunt, amused. “Danielle says she’s in an open relationship. Boyfriend’s idea. Sounds like he’s getting bored and looking for a free pass.”

"And you are?" "Camilla Dante. Ghost's moll." "Moll?" Ciara repeated. It was a weird term. Never heard of it. "Girlfriend." Camilla rephrased. Girlfriend. Ciara let the word echo in her head. Ghost had a girlfriend. And a pretty and bitchy one at that. It shouldn't be surprising. The man might be one hell of a devil but he was undeniably sexy. Any woman would want him. Would 'literally' and 'obsessively' want him.

“Benefiting how? What... he has a ghost he’s secretly trying to resurrect or something?” I froze. Because that… made much more sense than any theory I had. If helping us means figuring out how to bring a ghost back to life… then maybe he is doing all of this for someone else. But who? A girlfriend? A wife? His mother? His father? Someone he lost? Someone he can’t let go of? It was at that moment I realized that our relationship has been mostly about me since we met... I know practically nothing about him. Not about his family or the life he lived before now.

Go back to the dorm and reflect on yourself. I ignored him and turned toward Mason, who was sitting on the sofa in the lounge area. Mason had one leg crossed over the other, holding an iced Americano, watching the drama unfold at his leisure. When he saw me looking, he raised his brows provocatively and waved his phone. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out. Mason had posted a private story. The photo showed him sitting on the hood of my race car, one foot planted on my new tires.