Ghost Hugging Novels & Stories

"What? It should be there. There should be. Maybe you guys didn't see it!" “Hmm, but we didn't see anything, dude. We even took the mop you should have taken.” “If we don't see it, then what exactly are you seeing, Hav?” Gulp. Havi swallowed hard. He didn't want those words to come out of his own mouth, but, “Could it be… a ghost?” Havi asked seriously. "Hah! Nonsense. This early in the morning?!” “Then what was that that I saw? It's definitely not a human with that sinister appearance!”

Her mom says and the couple enters into the car. The car starts and the driver drove out of the reception and as the driver drives them home, Manuel wines up the car and also wines up the dividend glass at the middle of the car and he moves closer to his wife and they began to kiss, their kiss grew intense and she both of them began to caress each other and he puts his hand under her gown and his hand touched her lingerie and she smiles at his touch and he moves his hand to her Pussy and he moves his hand on the lace material of the lingerie and his hand moved to a hole in the lingerie and he whispers to her. “You are so ready for tonight” he smiles.

But I was proven wrong. "Sierra? Is that really you?" I asked her as if I was a fool. She smiled cheekily and nodded her head. She came running towards me and pulled me in a sisterly hug. I just could not believe it. I was hugging a ghost. And felt like she was alive. I could feel her arms wrapped around me. "Bloody hell! How am I hugging a ghost? Am I crazy?" I asked myself and she broke the hug. "It is because you and I are connected. Otherwise, I would be nothing for you as well like the other people from around." She replied and grabbed my hand tightly. I almost forgot everything I had seen as I stepped into the basement of that horrific house.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Ghost grunted, “tell me you don’t want me on my knees for you.” “I do,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “I want you, Ghost. Please touch me. Get on your knees for me.” As though my consent had set off something in his head, Ghost retrieved his fingers, his darkened orbs locked on mine as he slid the coated fingers into my parted lips. I breathed shakily, my lips enclosing around his fingers, my tongue twirling around the tips, dragging a moan out of Ghost’s throat. I released his fingers with pop and he immediately leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a ghostly manner, shoulders tense and face tight with discomfort.

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

She doesn't want to be with him either. The words he said… the disgusted look on his face… the disappointment of seeing her. She shook the idea. RJ clicked the remote to close the blinds as he quickly approached her and hugged her. She was puzzled but she hugged him back and Echo, who was there, decided to hug them both. The door opened and they all turned their heads to Graham who was puzzled. But he walked toward them and hugged them all, squeezing them while she groaned and tried to break free. “What is this? A hugging competition?” Graham asked.

Where the world forgets I exist. I exhale. But before I can find my balance… I’m yanked back. A hand grips the back of my hoodie, pulling me with force. My back slams against the greenhouse wall, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I barely get a gasp out before fingers hook under my hood, ripping it back. I don’t scream. I can’t. Electricity arcs through my body, searing my skin and settling under my flesh. I don’t have to open my eyes to know how it is. Some ghosts don’t need a face to haunt you.

Chloe was really dead? No. Impossible. Wasn't this just one of Selena's tricks? How could Chloe be dead? "What... What are you talking about? Chloe can't be dead. You're joking, right? This isn't funny. Tell me this isn't real." Richard grabbed Nick by the collar. His eyes were bloodshot. His voice was almost begging. He needed it to be fake. But reality hit him straight in the face. Everyone around him looked at him with pity. Some even turned away to wipe their tears.

"Because you're not okay." "... That's the cringe I love to hear." And I sighed. I thought he was hungry or something. I told him to wear the clothes his artificial body wears—and that body is starting to rot quickly. I was looking for a bigger blanket when the door was tossed at us, Hessuel's reflex saves us as he swipes the attack away. Then he stands firmly in front of us, facing the door. "What is it? What's going on?" "The ghost with a scythe..."