Ghost Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification. “Yeah?” I casually asked as the server came back with my straight black coffee. “Found something fishy about that chick?” “Not yet,” Ghost mumbled curtly. I frowned. There was nothing unusual with Amanda Dupont. Surprisingly, that was her real name. Twenty-eight years old, recently divorced, working as a secretary for a small-time lawyer in the city. Her divorce left her neck-deep in debt. Ghost leaned in his seat. “Someone paid her last night to distract you.”

“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.

He joked. A watery laugh broke through my sobs. “Never. There’s no space left in my heart for anyone else. It’s all yours. Always.” “And I’ll make love to you every night,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Even as a ghost. I’ll do it right in front of him before I drag his soul to hell.” I wrinkled my nose, half-laughing, half-disturbed. “Ghost sex? Why are we even talking about me being a widow? And then having sex with your ghost?”

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.

“Wow, don't get me wrong but Quinn handled all her medical files.” “Quinn?* I raised a brow. “How are you so sure?” “The hacking signature. It belongs to Ghost . Quinn recruited he last year and the guy has literally vanished from the face of he Earth since then. Anything that ghost touches, is locked forever.” “Cazzo.” (Fuck) He smiled. I exasperated, leaning on the couch. I have only last option. “There a woman. Her name is Sofia, she…” I told him everything about about Sofia.

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.