Ghost Boyfriend Novels & Stories

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

He asked and pulled his hand away, noticing that the friend was not going to shake his hand. Sarah brushed her hands through her hair; she did not have time for him. The man needed to know what ghosting meant. "How did you find where I live?" she asked. George noticed her swollen eyes, she looked as if she had stayed up the whole night crying. "From your application, okay, let me get to the point," he said. "I have seen the scandals about you and the Klein brothers, so I thought I would come and cheer you up," he said.

His eyes were dark, as if he was getting emotional. I looked over at the bar to make sure Michael was still waiting for the drinks. I lowered my face and whispered. "I think he might be the one." Jacob flinched. "What do you mean?" "I think I'm in love with him. He is better than all of my other boyfriends." "I bet he is," Jacob mumbled. "What's that?" I raised an eyebrow. "Eh...nothing. He is coming back," Jacob coughed and looked away. I smiled to myself as I imagined him squirming inside. I almost feel bad about the guilt he must be feeling, but I didn't want to stop just yet. They both tricked me, so they must pay for it.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

" I'm sorry about your accident but at least you spent some time recovering and ignoring me at the same time how many times do I have to call you before you can pick up your phone or have I become a hard limit because that's what your girlfriend does she makes everybody who he thinks is competition a hard limit. " "Watch what you saying. I haven't been calling you back because your boyfriend happens to be part of a gang that is a rival gang. I know all about Matteo and I don't want him anywhere near my family. It wasn't a mistake to help you but it was a mistake to mess with your boyfriend because he could have ended my career by the snap of his fingers but he didn't. " " Oh, so you're not g

the man asked. Marco held out his hands. "I tried." "Clearly not hard enough." "What are you doing here, Ghost?" Marco asked. Ghost, as in the mystery man who'd gotten Vaughn and his girlfriend out of Lebanon along with the others and Ethan? That Ghost? "It appears we have a problem." Ghost gestured at the doors. "You going to invite me in?" "Who are your friends?" Marco asked. Ghost finally glanced over his shoulder. "Interested parties. They won't be joining us."

~Skylar ~ Okay, fine, here we go, my life, apparently decided to flip the script and make me the star of this chaotic soap opera instead of just the side character who gets the good gossip and zero consequences. I was sprawled on Mila’s couch, legs kicked up on the coffee table, half a bottle of cheap rosé already gone between us, when my phone buzzed on the cushion next to my thigh. I ignored it the first time because Mila was mid-story about this guy, some finance bro named Chad or Brad or whatever who’d ghosted her after the best sex of her life, according to her dramatic retelling.

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

"It's not wrong to want that for me. But it's wrong to force it. To ignore when I say no. To make me feel like I'm disappointing you because I'm not following your timeline. And this 'someone'—he's not mysterious. He's real. He loves me. I love him. And the fact that you keep pushing these guys on me makes me feel like… like my feelings don't matter. Like what I want isn't good enough unless it's what you want." Mom leaned back—crossing her arms, lips thinning. "And who is this someone? This ghost boyfriend who loves you so much but can't even show his face? You've been talking about him for months now—hints and secrets and 'it's complicated'—but he never mate

not something someone with a gun should see before their morning coffee. "No, Victoria called. They need you to come in, something about Friday night rush ." poor Will, hated Cassie going into the hospital so late, despite knowing the blonde could handle herself. He still worried about his girlfriend. William had never been in a relationship this serious or even thought himself capable of it. There were times he was terrified just thinking about it. He vaguely remembered a talk his grandfather had given him about "finding the one." He could, with complete certainty, say that Cassie was his one.