Ghost Hugging Novels & Stories

As I was thinking about it, Beth retreated to other side of corner and that female ghoul growled lowly on Draco and me ‘URRRGgggggggg……’ voice of female ghoul sounded as if she was choked in water, all of sudden her facial expression changed and she shifted her attention toward Mr. Hanzo who was unconscious, she quickly rushed towards Mr. Hanzo with help of her both hands and legs and stretched out her sharp looking blood covered claws towards him however the moment she touched him she shrunked back and I was able to see white colored smoke coming out of her fingers.

Holly (grinning): “Stop looking like someone died. I’m literally right here.” Malik (voice cracking): “They put up missing posters.” Holly rolls her eyes so hard the ghosts laugh. Holly: “Tell them I ran away to join the circus. Or that I’m Elvis’s secret love child. Anything but the truth. Mortals can’t handle the truth.” She drags us to the bar, pours ghost-root beer that tastes real, and makes us dance until 3 a.m.

I was basically begging him. I know I had been to one of these things with Haze but I wanted to see Ace's routine training worked. "Fine" he groaned, caving into my desires. I cheered happily while hugging him, forgetting he was not the most affectionate person in the world. But he hugged me back which kind of shocked me, to be honest. I shut my eyes while hugging him, focusing on the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body.

She squealed as she hugged me, and just this once I let her. “Get your ass over here, Hakeem!” She bellowed over my shoulder. “This calls for a group hug.” I grinned and beckoned him over. Laughing at us, Hakeem wound his arms around the two of us. Dad joined in, giving us the biggest bear hug of all time. My feet lifted off the ground, and so did Jada’s. I was so drunk on happiness that I didn’t even notice the Whisperer standing just a few feet away, leaning against the front porch with a sad smile on his ethereal face.

It is a symphony of shared emotions, an unspoken language that bridged the chasm between us and offered solace in the face of despair. He holds me for as long as I needed him to, not letting go until I had my fill. I felt a surge of warmth coursing through my veins, spreading like wild fire, from where our bodies touch, radiating through every inch of my being, igniting the ember of hope that was so close to be extinguished. I realize that this hug was not merely an act of comfort, but an unspoken affirmation of his unwavering support and affection.

he asked Neither Nasir nor I replied, the truth hung between us, choking us both. The figure sneered, eyes gleaming with an unnatural light, one I'd never seen in them before "What's wrong, Zion? You look like you've seen a ghost" "Because you are" I spat, though my voice cracked halfway "We buried you" Trinity gasped, her gaze jerking between us with confusion hardening into horror "Buried? What are you saying? Nasir growled, his whole frame trembling with anger but his eyes spoke a different tale, pain, grief and shock "Leave now before i rip you apart for good this time"

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

He said. Tessa felt a tear run down her right eye. She quickly hugged him again. "Why are you so stubborn? Aren't you scared I might kill and eat you?" He asked. She sighed. "I'm scared" She replied. "Then why are you hugging me? You think I won't do it 'cause I saved you or something?" "No... I'm hugging you cause it remains 30 seconds. You shouldn't break your hug promise" She said, hugging him tighter.

Sometimes behind their ear, or sometimes wearing it on their braid. "The land of beauty." I read from the board just at the starting street. Asher nodded as we walked along. "We came here on 25th January." He said. "You remember the date?" I asked looking at him in bewilderment. He smiled while looking ahead. It almost envied me how he knew our memories and I didn't. I wish I had something. "25th Jan is International Hug day. I thought I'd celebrate it with you." He said.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.