Ghost Hugging Novelas e Histórias

“Is running away with my pup is the right decision to make? Yes, I’m scared like Alice has said. I’m afraid of losing her. I’m afraid that someone would hurt her because of me. I don’t want to lose someone I love again.” My ghost caressed my arm soothingly, and then he hugged me to his broad chest. So he is a male, ha. I sighed and buried my face in his chest and closed my eyes tightly and hiccupped a sob. He hummed and started to sway us right and left. He left me to cry while still stroking my back. I sniffed for the last time and groaned. “You will need a shower Mr. Ghost; you are as stinky as me now.” He chuckled softly and I smiled at the melodic husky sound.

Location:. Dark Forest Time: 12:30am Jungkun laid next to Hea and he couldn't stop looking at her face. He was moving his finger out of her forehead towards her chin. He muttered, 'I'm glad I could touch you'. First time he touched her was on Halloween night. If a phantom touched a human the night of Halloween, which was known as the red night in the spirit world, then this human acquired the ability to touch the ghost like a normal human being. It was the reason why she didn't feel strange when she touched him. He looked normal to her, except for his body temperature.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

“Actually, we are. This compound is filled with people and people gossip and pass information. So dear girlfriend of mine, stop talking, come closer and give me a convincing hug.” Her eyes wandered around, meeting the various guards and workers around the house. She finally caved, leaned into me in a warm light hug. But I had more in mind. I pulled her closer and tighter into the hug, my hand traveling and settling on her waist. She flinched. “Relax, little miss professional, this is what a real relationship hug looks like. Not that robotic thing you were trying to do.” “My goodness, Horace.” She mumbled. After the public charade, we finally walked in.

The hug was different when he cried because the hug they shared was closed with no air can pass and the butler's pheromones were releasing a sensible lust and care of love. HiVi took his pheromones, a milky apple shake and mulberry in desert sand fragrance, he took as much as many as he can, good thing his not on heat, or he will surely reject thus abundant number of pheromones. The hug lasted longer that they didn't even notice the time, not until Avist ended it because something's dangerous up, down him. A little chuckle escape from HiVi's lips, and touched it without shame, that startled Avist with wide eyes.

I said in a very sincere voice. "Of course! That's what friends are for!" Keira exclaimed. "Group hug?" I said. They glanced at each other wearing big smiles before they exclaimed; "GROUP HUG!" - I woke up in the middle of the night feeling something heavy weighing on my body. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to stand up but I immediately stopped when I realized someone was hugging me. I turned to my side and saw Mirco's face. It was so close to mine that I practically felt his hot breath fanning against my face. I turned to the other side and met Zen's eyes. His blue eyes were staring directly at my eyes, and he looked like he'd been waiting for me to look at him.

The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. I always loved it when guys hugged me like this. For some reasons these hugs were so addictive and I always felt protected. It is the kind of hug I want to feel over and over again. "Strawberries and whiskey." he murmured as he inhaled the scent of my hair. I gasped and pushed him off me. "What did you just say?" I asked shocked. "W-what?" he looked confused at me. "You said something...” He shook his head. "I think I got lost in the moment."

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

I want her to feel like I will do anything to get her to talk so that she starts giving me information just to save herself. “Please, Luna, let me have some of her.” Ghost is playing his part perfectly; he sounds like he’s begging for the best-tasting food he’s ever had. “It's been so long since I had such a nice treat.” He even licks his lips and moans into Harmon’s ear for added effect; I’ll have to remember to thank Ghost for his assistance in this new torture. “Wait!” Harmon tries to push out of his grip but Ghost has a tight hold of her so she barely even wiggles against his chest.

Each breath is an effort, my chest tight, my throat raw, but I fight through it, focusing on the way his fingers press into my skin, the way his voice—low, hoarse, desperate—keeps pulling me back. I’m still here. And I can feel myself coming back. Ghost must notice the shift, because his grip eases, but he doesn’t let go. His thumb brushes over my cheek again, slower this time, like he’s reassuring himself that I’m real, that I’m still breathing. His other hand moves to my shoulder, steadying me as I force my fingers to twitch against the floor. The effort feels monumental, but it’s enough to make Ghost exhale sharply, his relief breaking through in the form of a muttered curse under his bre