Ghost Girlfriend Novels & Stories

My bones know it's him, and I walk across the restaurant until I'm standing next to the table. His chocolate eyes mirror mine, an unfamiliar hardness shining in them. He's a ghost. An apparition. A twilight phantom, all mixed in one, brought back to life for a single night, for a single purpose. To haunt me until he puffs back into the elusive dust he really is. "Hello, Hannah." As if I don't have enough nightmares to deal with.

If I were in your place, I would have added several agreements, such as, being her lover in her bed while I receive a hefty amount of money. "That's called prostitution. "I clarify. "It doesn't matter what her name is, as long as she makes me happy and satisfies me in bed, I don't mind being the biggest whore" she smiles wickedly. This crazy, completely lunatic. "We must take advantage, dear - winks at me. "You scare me "I disguise a violent shiver. She just looks at me with that perverted look. I have no doubt that if Daniel had met her first, I would not be going through this now, but she would be my friend and she would be extremely happy to be his fake girlfriend.

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

“Bernard made another post.” Elena’s attention snapped toward him instantly. Nico gave a small shake of his head. “He isn’t looking for Ghost.” He paused. “Well…not the real Ghost.” His eyes scanned farther down the page. “He’s offering a hell of a lot of money for the person he thinks is Ghost.” He looked up. “Viktor.” Then Nico clicked another link. His jaw tightened. “Dammit.” He clicked it again. “It won’t let me in.”

Everyone except me. She stood there with her two followers, Tara and Celine. They were beautiful and cruel, like poisonous flowers. “I can’t wait,” Lissa said with a fake sad voice, “for what’s about to be the worst day of your sad little life.” Tara gasped like she was shocked. “Oh my Goddess, do you think she actually believes he’ll want her? That some poor guy will be stuck with her as his mate?” “Please,” Celine laughed. “He probably doesn’t even know she exists. Who would notice a ghost?”

Kartik asked excitedly while she sighed as she added, “ First of all, you tell me, is your friend sure that she had sex with Parul? Or he did it with a ghost?? ” “ GH... GHOST?? ” he yelled in excitement as the word ' Ghost' reminded him of two unusual events that just happened with Krish. “ Hey... You are this scared as if you really just saw a ghost... Didn't expect you to be that superstitious, ” she muttered while he bit his lips “ Why did you ask so? ” he asked while raising his eyebrows while she added,

Hot tears burned my eyes. "She slept one night in that same room you stay in now and never woke up. Some people said her husband must have used her for rituals but I personally didn't believe them. Her husband was a good man and…" He went on blabbing unaware of the storm he had set in motion within me. So, Nono, my little cousin was right after all. Someone really died in that room. So, I have been having sex with a ghost this entire time? How did I even come about the name Philomena? I could not remember being introduced to her by anyone. The first real encounter I had with her was that sex we had on the couch while I was drunk. That should be why all the sex seems to begin when am about to

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

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.”