Ghost Cry Novels & Stories

Claire finally signed the divorce papers to escape a marriage that was already dead. But hours later, a devastating car crash wipes the last five years from her ruthless billionaire husband's mind. When Raphael wakes up, he doesn't remember the coldness. He doesn't remember the tragic miscarriage that shattered them. And he certainly doesn't remember the divorce. He only remembers being fiercely, desperately in love with his wife. Suddenly, the emotionally absent CEO is gone, replaced by the affectionate, protective man Claire thought she lost forever. He looks at her like she is his entire world. But for Claire, every sweet touch is a ghost, and every perfect promise is built on forgotten pain. Raphael is finally the husband she always begged him to be. But how do you love a man who only wants you because he forgot how he broke you?

What would you do if the TV celebrity you despise is the only one who can help you? Fran Garner finds herself living in a haunted house, but among all the weird things around, there's something darker and more dangerous lurking. To her dismay, the only one who can deal with it is the king of TV ghost hunters, Brandon Price. Not only is he the last person she would like to turn to for help: they're also black-and-white opposites about pretty much everything. But teaming up will bring them much closer than they ever expected, and now it'll be up to them if they follow their hearts or turn their backs to the unyielding feeling that binds them together. A story about bonds that transcend realms, about love and light even in the darkest places, and the struggle to overcome an inner darkness that can be scarier than actual demons. "A mix of romance, humour, special friendships and the supernatural, with uncommon spins like no other."

Have you ever dreaded living a lifeless life? If not, you probably don't know how excruciating such an existence is. That is what Rue Mallory's life. A life without a meaning. Imagine not wanting to wake up every morning but also not wanting to go to sleep at night. No will to work, excitement to spend, no friends' company to enjoy, and no reason to continue living. How would an eighteen-year old girl live that kind of life? Yes, her life is clearly depressing. That's exactly what you end up feeling without a phone purpose in life. She's alive but not living. There's a huge and deep difference between living, surviving, and being alive. She's not dead, but a ghost with a beating heart. But she wanted to feel alive, to feel what living is. She hoped, wished, prayed but it didn't work. She still remained lifeless. Not until, he came and introduce her what really living is.

Alexandra 'The Duchess' Madden grew up loving MC life. She thrived on the danger, the closeness, the idea of playing on the wrong side of the law. What she didn't love, was being shut out of business and being denied being heir to the club due to the crime of having a vagina. Moving away with her closest friend, they went solo, and the Valkyrie MC was born. In all the hub bub when she was younger, the Duchess lost her chance at true happiness with Neil 'Ghost' Whitlock. When he reappears nearly ten years later as the second in command for a club she is allied with, it's like they never separated. Now, though. She's the ruthless boss of what is easily accepted as one of the most dangerous clubs in the country, and that means she has enemies, enemies that would love to take advantage of her being attached to someone. Can they get through it together? Or will her enemies manage to tear them apart?

Celeste Harrington has lived her life as a ghost in her own family, hidden and humiliated while her half-sister basks in wealth and admiration. Forced to work as a maid in the Harrington luxury empire, she quietly gathers the family’s darkest secrets, waiting for the day she can strike back. That day comes when billionaire Damien Chen, known as “The Executioner,” saves the collapsing Harrington empire with one shocking condition—he demands to marry the family’s hidden firstborn daughter, Celeste. Thrown into a cold marriage built on power and revenge, Celeste discovers Damien has his own agenda to destroy her family. But as they form a dangerous alliance, hatred turns into trust, and control turns into obsession. When buried truths about her mother’s death resurface, Celeste is pushed into a final war against her bloodline. In a world of betrayal, power, and lies, she rises from the ashes to become the empire’s greatest downfall and rebirth.

‘She wears the ring, but she doesn’t hold his heart. She is the woman he married, yet another woman receives the affection and devotion that should have been hers.’ Sold into a loveless marriage, Cyanelle Louise Natividad was the sacrificial lamb offered to Zach Khaleed Samaniego to settle her family’s crippling debts. For two agonizing years, she lived as a ghost in her own home—unseen by a husband who sought warmth in the arms of a mistress, and rejected by a stepchild who preferred the "other woman" over her. Just as Cyanelle finds the strength to walk away from the wreckage of her marriage, a sudden tragedy binds her back to Zach’s side. Now, she faces a final, haunting choice: can she carve a space for herself in a heart that has always been closed to her? Or is she destined to lose a second time, proving that some broken things can never be mended?

I transmigrated into the werewolf world by accident. The Moon Goddess found me and told me I had to win over an Alpha to complete my mission. Five years into my pursuit of the female Alpha, Serena, she ditched me at the office again. Meanwhile, it was Adrian — the one who'd been antagonizing me all this time — who actually called. "Just so you know, when you called Serena, she was right here with me. She wasn't too busy with work to pick up — she just didn't want to." I was stumbling down a pitch-black road, shivering in the cold wind. I sniffled hard and stammered, "C-Can you call me a cab? I don't have any money, and it's so dark out here — I think someone's following me." A beat of silence. Then his voice came through, noticeably urgent. "Hey — don't cry, alright? You're making it sound like I'm the one bullying you." "Fine, fine. Send me your location. I'll come get you." "Such a pain in the ass."

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

On New Year's Eve, my boyfriend, Leon Parker, proposed to Charlotte Rain in front of all our relatives.  I didn’t cry or make a scene. All I wanted was an explanation for the years of love I had invested in him. Then, I overheard a conversation he had with his brother. “You’ve been together with Annabelle for so many years. Have you never had any feelings for her?” “Feelings? What are you talking about? I only kept her around to entertain myself and kill some time.” “Aren't you worried she’ll leave you?” “That’s impossible! We’ve been together for five whole years. She’s so used to being with me that she could never leave me even if she wanted to.” After that, I had a whirlwind marriage with a blind date my family matched me with, and our wedding just so happened to be on the same day as his. Before his wedding, he was on edge, worried I’d show up to make a scene. That was when he saw the wedding invitation I posted online.