Ghost Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And I've chosen to leave and you have to choose to Live. Love Julia. <-reply <<-reply all forwad-> ³ All rights reserved, Characters in this book are Fictional. A mind journey. i. Mature content. Prologue. I met a ghost once, a pale 16-year-old. Her cheeks stained by tears, her eyes were so dry. The make-up hid most of the teardrops but failed to account for all. Each word was a scream for help. "I am great," she said ."Never been better" ."Am Alright".I stopped bothering to ask.

“What? I just want to know.” “You need to stop fantasizing about fictional men, Gia. They’re not even real, and if they were, you certainly in hell wouldn’t want one like the types you read about in your life.” “You need to stop breathing air; I mean, it’s not even real, and we’d die anyway. Yours can just be some years earlier, I’ll join you when I’m old.”

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

The unbothered man just chuckled. "Princess, I will wait for that day" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you see me? (The love forbidden) Synopsis. If you are a fan of BL stories, then this book is definitely for you. A love story between two opposite worlds. The son of a Mafia Lord and a lone ghost. After his death, Earth becomes a lonely ghost. Until he meets a kid who can see him. Years later, they became best friends but... What would happen when Earth falls in love with his friend?.

but I didn't Let him finish "You're upset, jealous that your girlfriend chose him, so you're trying to break us up, for what? Revenge? "No Anas...." "Get out" I pointed towards the door, which was stupid because he would disappear when he left not walk out of the door "Wait Anas" "Now" I said sternly for a moment I wondered if it was possible to compel or command a ghost, but I didn't have the chance to find out because Stefan disappeared I took a deep breath, suddenly a knock sounded, no heartbeat, I smiled, why couldn't ghosts knock "Come in Damon" Damon opened the door wide enough for his head

“While my daughter remembers being seven years old and promising you forever under these same ghosts?” He drove into her slick, cum-filled pussy in one savage thrust, stretching her wide. Elara moaned sharply as he fucked her hard and deep against the pillar, the wet, filthy squelching of his cock stirring the creamy mess inside her echoing in the small space. The ghosts of the Bound Spirits hovered around them, translucent faces watching with luminous hunger.

"No, Nalia. I'm stating a fact. The world is under grey tints. You, your black and white morality, you are a rare bird. A gorgeous, infertile novelty. He extended his hand, with his fingers touching her cheek. It was a light touch, but a spur-like tingling. The contact by which he had touched Nalia was tingling along his skin, and she struggled to restrain the tendency to lean. "What do you mean?" she said, little more than whispering.

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

“Gonna wreck you in a real bed next time. Lights on. So I can watch your face when I make you come again. And again.” Heat flooded my cheeks. My thighs clenched hard. He turned, started walking back toward the group—whistling like nothing happened. I stared at the contact name glowing on my screen. Smiled so wide it hurt. Already typing. Me: You’re insane. I hit send before I could overthink it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, read it, glanced back at me over his shoulder with that wicked grin. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless: You love it. I bit my lip. Yeah. I really, really did.

It almost seemed as if he was faking the illness. DING! DING! Instantly, a text followed the photo. “In case I don't make it out of this awful fever alive. I want you to look at this photo and let the guilt eat you up for all eternity.” DING! DING! “And I promise that my ghost will haunt you every waking day of your life.” Without her knowledge, a small smile began to work its way across her lips as she read his texts. . . after text. . . after text.