Ghost Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Jezebel asked. "He doesn't need to know." She whispered, and they went out to the bar. Kimberly was back at the pub house to work as a prostitute, where she met the love of her life six months ago. But all the sweet, passionate, intimate, and indescribable feelings he introduced to her will only be a wonderful memory she will treasure deep inside her heart.

“I’m guessing he found some random whore to screw. That’d explain it.” My eyes widen at her words. “Don’t say shit like that.” Even his sister talks about him with disgust. Her head tilts. “What? It’s the truth. Do you have any idea how many used condoms the cleaners find in his office at the club?” She laughs, but something about her tone makes my stomach churn. Jealousy? I don’t even know why I feel it, but it’s there. “I’d rather not talk about Ghost and his habits, especially not with you—his little sister.” Grabbing my phone, I check for a reply from Ghost. Nothing. What the hell is he up to now?

I gulped. With his fingertips slowly gliding through my exposed thighs, Ghost began speaking, his words rasped. “This isn’t coming from a place of support for something as inhumane as human trafficking, but are you delusional? When you involved yourself into the crime society, did you delude yourself with the idea that the mafia is a bed of roses?” His front pushed into me, his slightly growing bulge rubbing against my thigh. I whimpered at the contact, attempting to wriggle my way out of his grasp. But one push into me and I recoiled, surrendering myself to him.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

If she's Echo, who is the ghost? "You are Echo Flamez?" "Yes, absolutely. This used to be my place before I moved out a few months ago." "That's a lie Enzo, I am Echo, I am Echo Flamez." "Shut up." I screamed at the ghost because I am getting exasperated, I mean who is the real Echo here and honestly, I don't see a reason why the lady here will lie and take someone else's identity, so I think the ghost is confused. "Excuse me?" The lady asked after I said shut up, I am sure she thinks I am shutting her up.

Ghost prances over to me and sits down in front of me expectantly. "Oh, fuck. Ghost I didn't get the chance to go. I ran into some trouble, girl," she lets her head fall in disappointment her tail stops wagging and she slumps over to the staircase. "Want some ice cream?" "Why is she upset?" Micca asks when Ghost just huffs at me. This is the first time he tries to talk to me since I basically called him a man-whore.

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.

Franco is just a part of my past. He’s my ex-boyfriend. He also became my first boyfriend and no one followed him. Until I fling and just had no label on the others after Franco and I broke up. One of the reasons why I’m into ghosting men is because of what happened between us. I’m afraid it will happen again. The trauma I got from the separation of the two of us. We didn’t have a proper break up because he left without even letting me know. He did not inform me the day of his departure. He didn't talk to me before he left, he didn't even apologize or inform me that he didn't want to and we broke up.

“ My brother is in the ward and my husband is with my twin sister. Marylin and Manuel inside the jet still on their love making, Manuel going in and out of her while she moans with her eyes close and Marylyn deeps her finger into his back with her legs wrapped around his waist while Manuel smiles as he kisses her and still going in and out of her and they both became close and he began to go faster in her and panting and she held him tight and soon they both came and he relaxes on her and he kissed her and she was so tired now because they had three rounds and he laugh. “ Who’s the king? I made you scream all through and now you are tired he says winking at her and one thing Marylyn has lear