Ghost Girlfriend Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Declan scrunched up his nose in disgust. "It wasn't like that, my friend. The host would give their permission. Let's just say women loved me back then and they'd do anything, even getting possessed to get a piece of me," Dimitri winked. "You see, Caroline, my ghost girlfriend, wouldn't let me cheat in peace. She'd be lurking around when I tried to woo another Las, so we came to an agreement where I get to sleep with other females if she could possess them first." Declan's mouth fell agape.

Amanda snapped, her simmering anger reigniting at the stranger's audacious familiarity with her full name. "I am Ghost."

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

She was turning 20 in few months time and her aim was to live alone and make new friends while she finds out about her parents death. Crystal stood up from her weak scattered looking bed and walked pass her aunt. She was emotionless and had no fear about anything. She quickly did the dishes and when it was time to eat , she ate her food. She lived her Friday as a slave doing a lot of chores on her own. Red was in his room arranging his documents. He had visited his dad's company and had seen how everywhere was a mess. No one knew his true identity because he wasn't putting his mask on as usual. He went to different departments in his dad's company and discovered that A lot of workers were la

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

I stayed there for a moment, not bothering to take a step forward. I inhaled. Exhaled. Inhaled again. Then I checked my reflection, using my phone screen for the fifth time , no smudged mascara, no leftover tears. Just me. Zoey Blake. Ex-girlfriend of Orion Gritton. I hated that title more than anything. But today, I had no choice but to face it and the people who had watched my humiliation head-on. I finally took a step forward, my white sneakers squeaking on the pavement. My oversized Riverview hoodie almost swallowed me whole. At least it made me feel like I could hide.

You could’ve powered the city with the drama pouring out of her. “OH MY GOD. YOU HAVE A MARK.” “It’s not a mark!” “It is! That’s a KISS MARK. A—oh my God—it’s a LIP-GHOST.” My eye twitched. “What the hell is a lip-ghost?!” “A ghost of a kiss! A spiritual smudge of sin!” “I will throw you out the window.” She collapsed onto her bed in manic laughter, legs flailing like a dying insect. “Alina. You’re so dead. You definitely weren’t with Nick. WHO WERE YOU WITH?!”