Ghost Girlfriend Novels & Stories

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.”

I smirk. “Who?” “Try guessing. You’re the one that accused me of following her across the country.” I almost laugh when Alex’s jaw drops comically. “GHOST?! She was with Ghost?” He exclaims in shock. “No, she was with Lia.” I correct, amused at my beta’s reaction. Lia may be Ghost, but it’s like they’re different people. Lia is a compassionate, caring woman while Ghost is a ruthless fighter who exists only behind that skull mask. Alex only gives me a deadpan look, as if to say ‘what’s the difference’, but I don’t bother saying anything else, making him shake his head and get back to working on his computer.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend and feel very protective of you. I’ll be bossy if I think your safety is being jeopardized.” “Or jealous.” “That’s a given.” “You dated Sandra, the blonde.” “I had sex with Sandra. You’re the only one I have dated.” “Ghost…” “We have time. There is no rush to have sex. Let’s continue to get to know one another.” “Okay.” Ghost was good to his word. For the next couple of weeks, he did everything he listed in his dating monologue. We pushed the boundaries of sexless sex. Ghost was an expert with vibrating toys and creative positions. The more time I spent with him, the greedier I was. Uncle Harris was tolerant of Ghost, but wary about my health. During this time, I

he advised. Reluctantly, I returned to my seat. Tss! I really wanted to see her, to hug her, to caress everything about her. Moana Gomez is my girlfriend. Wrong! She's now my ex-girlfriend. She broke up with me last week just because of some rumor that I'm having an affair with a ghost! I don't even know where that came from. But that rumor ruined my life. "Ms. Magtalas. You're late again," the professor called out.

He claimed my lips for a hot, wet kiss, not caring if we had an audience. Rain huffed. Ghost stood beside my best friend with a smirk on his lips. “Disgusting maniacs,” Rain murmured under her breath. Klaus finally released me. “Says the girl who had a threesome in a public restroom.” She narrowed her eyes on me. “That was a one time thing!” she said, hearts flying out of her eyes as she coiled an arm around Ghost’s waist. “I am a one-man girl now.” “You better be.” I suppressed a grin, narrowing my eyes.

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

A gasp that almost resembled a scream escaped her when she entered the second small room and came face to face with the still half-naked Angel standing next to a make shift sleeping set up that consisted of two beds pushed together. “He’s bringing whores to the camp!” Melody screeched. “Well, I never!” She whirled around and stomped out of the house. “Jackson, there’s a half-naked harlot inside. Kindly remove her.” “I think we should wait for the boss to get back.” “Jackson. I’m soon to be your mistress and I’m asking you to remove that whore immediately.” “So, you’re the fiancé?” Jackson was completely tongue tied. His brain felt too numb to think on what to do as his eyes met

she said, not giving up. I sighed. “Remember the ghosts in my house?“ I asked her. She rolled her eyes. “Are we still on this topic?“ She asked me. It was obvious she wasn't convinced that something like that was going on. "I am serious, Cassie. There are really ghosts staying in my apartment and one of them is giving me a headache," I shouted. “Alright, calm down. Let's believe for a minute that there really are ghosts in your house. Are they disturbing you?“