Ghost Girlfriend Novelas e Histórias

A round of chuckles sets all of us off when Lyla's grabs her chest and pushes up her boobs. "You sure you don't want any wine? I don't know about you ladies, but I feel mighty unattractive around Ghost right now. I mean, c'mon honey, you've got four beautiful, half wasted women, surrounding you, your shirtless trying to fix something, it all adds up to some pretty baby makin'." Ghost blows out a breath and shakes his head, then goes back to work.

It’s always been the game changer, and right now, it had just changed the game into something I didn’t want to play at all. “Gina, I believe this is where you agree to what I’m asking.” “Oh, you’re asking now?” I hugged the sheet to me. “Should I feel special?” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Stop being unreasonable.” “Unreasonable? You wanna know what’s unreasonable, George? Unreasonable is hiring your call girl ex to pretend to be your girlfriend for six weeks then fucking her and suddenly deciding she has to act as your girlfriend all the fucking time!” I placed my hands on my hips. The sheet fell to my waist, exposing my breasts, and he drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh, my god. I can’t believe him. He’s blocked me with everything. His F******k status says single now. I think he’s ghosting me. Why wouldn’t he tell me? What caused this?” “You’re serious? He’s ghosting you. What a jerk.” Both girls huddled over their phones, trying to find proof Gemma was wrong. “Hon, he may have his status marked as single. But look at this. He’s moving on before you’re even gone.” Gemma held up her phone with a picture of Brad with a blonde girl on his lap. “Her name is Gigi. Who names their daughter Gigi in this day and age? Oh, here’s an explanation. I’m reading this word for word from his response to a friend of his questioning him about the photo with the bimbo. She

That was the point. VelvetMistress wasn’t Novalyn Coldwell. VelvetMistress didn’t flinch. She didn’t go to class hungover from insomnia. She didn’t have a stepmother who smiled like a knife or a father who only noticed when she disappointed him. She didn’t feel anything she didn’t want to. “Good evening, pets,” I said softly, my lips curving. “Miss me?” Tips rolled in. I watched the numbers climb, little hearts and usernames flooding the corner of my screen. Some of them were regulars. Some were new. All of them wanted something.

He’d rather push me away and pretend he doesn’t care, even as he tears down everything I try to build. Alone in the silence, I pull out my phone, desperate to distract myself from the hollowness sinking into my chest. If he thinks he can stop me, he’s wrong. I’ll find another way. I scroll through apps and sites, trying to figure out where to start, thinking about what I overheard a few of the girls talking about at work. They mentioned a guy who does this—someone who specializes in it. He doesn’t just sleep with virgins; he guides them. At least, that’s what I heard. My hands shake as I find his information and the website, I click the chat icon.

If she is not here, where the fuck is she? “Thank you,” I say, walking away and entering my car. I grip the steering wheel and then slam my hands against it as my phone rings. Retrieving it from the inside pocket of my jacket, I answered without looking. “I heard you had a tough night,” I hear Ghost say on the other side of the line. The man knows me better than anyone and knows I am ready to punch someone’s brains out. “I’ve got a space to be filled tomorrow night. Are you interested,” he says.

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?“

And in his arms, he held a beautiful girl I had never seen before. His friends egged him on loudly, calling out "Billy is the man!" while praising the girl as "Billy's woman." From the looks of it, she was his real girlfriend. I gripped my glass tightly, feeling the blood rush to my head. All the sweetness and devotion of the past year now looked like nothing but a cruel joke. I was the one kept in the shadows—an invisible third party, a "digital pet" he kept on his phone. "Jamie…" My voice trembled. "I… I want to go down there."

After he left, I pulled out my phone and called Avery. "It's time they paid." Did Richard really think losing his job was enough to make up for what he'd done to Chloe? Not even close. The moment Avery released proof that Grace had staged the entire thing, the internet exploded. My private investigator had already dug up Grace's past. After her first husband died in an accident, she'd become the mistress of a wealthy businessman to keep her lavish lifestyle. The affair didn't stay secret for long. When it came out, the businessman's wife made sure everyone knew.