Ghost Hugging Novels & Stories

Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit. “Why would the humans make a ghost story up about them?” If it was a god, how would people not know? I didn’t get it. “A Gumiho kills with a kiss. They appear as a beautiful woman and lure their victims in, and once they kiss, they draw out all of their life source into a fox marble. They gain all that person’s knowledge and energy. They have done that for thousands of years. All people know is that some go in and some don’t come out.” Yong-rae looked out into the forest with sad eyes.

I was about to look at the girls who passed by when he suddenly shifted his body, his back facing the girls. I quickly sucked in air when our lips parted. We were both breathing heavily. He hugged me and he moved his face closer to my ear. “Stay still,” he whispered. I was too shocked to even function. I just stood there like a robot while he was hugging me. Two minutes had passed before he finally moved his body away from me. My system recovered from that two-minute shock, and I quickly looked up at his face. Oh... My... Gosh. It's that hoodie guy from the cafe! How the hell...

Agape cried in happiness and jumped to hugged Fafa Kirk tightly. Hugged tightly... "Waaaah! Agape! Why are you hugging---" My eyes went down to Fafa Kirk who wasn't moving? Agape's hugging his HEAD tightly and his face is buried in her CHEST! CHEST! MT. EVEREST BREASTS! And holy shit!

The merry young introduced himself and snatched Hue's hand for a handshake. After they shook hands, Rory said, "Man, your hand is freezing. Come here, let me give you a big and warm hug!" Then, he pulled Hue into his massive arms and gave the man a crushing hug. The 'warm' hug had nearly broken all of Hue's ribcage. "N-nice to m-meet you, Rory! I, I am w-warm now!" Hue gasped as he struggled to breathe. His sleepiness had completely gone and he felt energized for the sake of getting away from the crushing hug that nearly took his life.

I pull the girl closer to me, hugging her and breathing in the pleasant scent of her hair. Something tropical and exotic, just like she is. Ann hugs me back and buries her little nose into my chest, and it feels so damn nice. Turns out just hugging a girl has its own charms.

She rushed directly into him and hugged him crying more. Adrian stiffen, this came as a shock to him. He had never hugged or hugged someone apart from his mom. And that was ages ago, before she died when he was still small. And now someone hugged him, and most importantly it was a girl. Adrian honestly didn't know what to do. Looking down at her. He could smell her hair, they smelt nice and fresh. His arms tugged in his pocket for a moment he hesitated before pulling it out and tapped her back thrice.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

In a very long time—that could be counted for as long as five years—the hug was the closest thing Rhys had had to what was described as an emotion-filled hug. Veronica had just given him something he didn’t know he yearned for, something he didn’t know how he wanted, until her frail arms came around his neck and she brought him in the hug.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”