Romans & histoires Ghost Girlfriend

I took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and by the time I came back out, I had five messages three from Alessandro and two from Ghost. Ignoring Alessandro's messages, I clicked on Ghost's. ╭───────────────╮ Me: Got plans tonight? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Oh, she remembers me. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Even if I was busy, you really think I'd turn you down, Red? ╰───────────────╯

If Cassandra hadn't taken care of them, she had already kissed goodbye to them and yet to buy new ones. "It's okay, Ma'am. We do this all the time, driving his guests home." The butler pulled her out of her thoughts. But his explanation got Eden even more worried. His casual tone expressing he had done it so many times to get used to it. This piece of information left Eden stunned and ashamed. She didn't know anything about the person, not even his name except for his habit of bringing a random woman home often. She wanted to make a run from here as soon as now but her penniless condition made her rethink her decision and she stood paused. She didn’t even know where she was and how far she w

It was Jenna. I didn't answer. Soon, she sent me a message. [Chris, I worked too late last night, so I didn't come home. I didn't want to disturb you.] Another message followed. [I have a last-minute business trip these next two days. I'll be back the day after tomorrow. Don't be mad at me. I'll bring you your favorite cake when I get back.] After reading the messages, a wave of bleak sadness washed over me. She really went to great lengths to plan her wedding while carefully lying to me and stringing me along.

Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting. I really thought the hundredth would be it. Thought if I just loved her hard enough, we'd finally make it to the altar. To her, my love was a joke. A game she played to see how far I'd crawl before I broke. She fed her ego on my devotion, but never once cared. I was just another option—a backup she could drop anytime. Everything I gave—every second, every bit of love—turned out to be worthless. So I left. Her. Quindt Corp. Carmoria.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“Just kiss me before you go.“ He did. My forehead, my nosetip, my lips, my nipple, which was more of a bite and less of a kiss. I waited until the door clicked shut behind him before opening my eyes again. The room was very quiet. I reached for my phone, opened my banking app and stared at the account balance. All the money I'd made from being a fake girlfriend that was supposed to go into honoring Clara. Except tonight, the narrative had shattered. “I’m not doing this again,” I whispered into the dark. I'm not turning abusers into martyrs.

"Please calm down Cilia, and-!" "Don't you dare tell me to calm down! Don't tell me such fucking shit! Don't ... Don't... Don't you dare... I don't want to hear that nonsense shit from you ever again in my life! NEVER…!!!" "I understand exactly how you feel, and I'm sorry..! "Fuck you! Fuck your shitting shit of sorry, you fucking ass hole! Heartless ghost! Why didn't you go somewhere else, why didn't you go fuck and impregnate someone else instead of me?! Fuck you!! Fuck you ass hole!!"

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Now i’m too grown for this childish fantasies, just real deals. I agreed because i knew there’s no woman that can keep up with my cold demeanor. The few genuine ones left with a broken heart while the persistent ones got their hearts more damaged, cause I don’t give a fuck. These girls fall in love with every rich guy and any huge cock. I never took them serious. And i know Alexa doest like me either, so i think this would work for the both of us. I usually check up on her every day before going to bed, when i’m sure she’s asleep, just to make sure everything is okay. Don’t think much about it, i care about anyone around me, in a vigilant way though.