Ghost Bumps Novels & Stories

His hips moved without shame, matching the ghost's rhythm. He thought he was out of his mind for feeling so aroused by the ghostly touch. The way the coldness on his shaft felt amazingly, got him on the edge. His hips were now uncontrollable, grinding, thrusting, in the air. Trying to hit something he can't see, but feel. Seeng as Nathan's deeply engrossed by its touch, the strokes became much more intense. Nathan threw his head back, feeling the intensity of the strokes. Then a cold breath brushed his ear:

I know I’ll have a bаld patch, but I only hаvе ѕесоndѕ tо put some dіѕtаnсе between us. Aрrіl’ѕ рurѕе bumps аt mу hір as I bоlt. It nеаrlу саtсhеѕ on thе trаѕhсаn аnd mу stomach drорѕ, сеrtаіn it’s оvеr, but then I’m free аnd the air feels wеt on mу fасе.

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

A guttural sound escaped him, a grunt followed. Without separating our lips, Ghost had briskly lifted me onto his laps, my knees placed on both sides of his thighs. I straddled him. His bulge connected my center, dragging a whimper out of my throat. Ghost thrusted upwards, his hands tight around my waist, urging me to grind on him. I obliged him. My movements had been slow, and my moans soft. But when the throb between my legs intensified, the rotation of my hips against him became fast paced, and my whimpering louder.

If I could just run towards him and lick his pumped chest, to his seductive armpits and down to those toned stones on his belly, I would’ve done it. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Ambrose uttered raising his arms as he combed his wet hair using his fingers. I almost shit myself looking at his armpits and those flexed arms. “You startled me.” I replied almost rushing to compose myself. It’s getting hotter and hotter but I have to keep my cool. “Jesus. If I looked like l saw a ghost that’s probably because of this house.” I replied almost scrambling. “Oh, so you’re telling me that our house is haunted?” Ambrose began inching his way towards where I was standing.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

The actor looked over her body hungrily, but her swaying her hips in time to the track certainly helped keep his attention. Ebony had stripped down to her G-string and barely there lace bra, working the collapsible black pogo stick she’d removed from her bag. Amber hadn’t seen her friend use the pogo stick in a while. Ebony had great balance and flair even bouncing up and down. But it was what the effects of gravity had on her ample ass as it jiggled off the ground which drove marks wild. The same for her breasts courtesy of the toy. And Jagger Kent wasn’t immune to its effects.

Everyone moves away, while Soren jumps on Klaus and pushes him against the wall, without even needing to transform. This move is to push Klaus away from the stairs, while I see Ghost's rune that was on the stairs start to be consumed by the Shadows and the Light. Ghost's fur is white and translucent at the ends, while his eyes are very red, and he stands up quickly, at the same time as he grabs Soren's wrist, the smell of blood spreading. Soren uses his other hand to punch Ghost, who dodges and Soren hits the wall, Ghost takes advantage and uses his other claw to hit Soren in the stomach, but a black barrier forms and I see sparks coming out.

Goosebumps creep along my skin in real and his shirt drops down, right in between my legs. Crap!

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.