Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

His messy hair is styled in a different style, slightly wavy and breathtaking. I keep staring at him as he closes in on me, expecting him to vanish. He is only a ghost. A ghost that has never looked so vibrant and alive before. "You're awake." He drops the tray on a small table beside my bed and leans in to plant a small kiss on my forehead. My heart beat triples as he does so. Are ghosts supposed to have physical contacts with other humans? And why does his kiss feel so real and unimaginary? I watch as he places his weight beside me on the bed and gently takes my hand into his.

Roshan rolled his hips down experimentally and both of them moaned, open, shameless sounds that would have carried into the corridor if the door had not been solid demon, forged wood. They kissed like they were trying to make up for the two days of silence. Roshan’s claws pricked carefully through the fabric of Garrick’s shirt without tearing it. Garrick’s hands mapped the lean line of Roshan’s back, the narrow waist, the sharp jut of his hipbones. When Roshan ground down harder, seeking friction, Garrick’s head tipped back against the headboard with a bitten off curse. Clothes became an obstacle.

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.

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

The gesture was too much for her, a hiccup leaving her. I more than anyone knew the power of ghosts. Memories so real that you lose a sense of reality and time. There was no space between us. Skin on skin as I kissed every part of her I could reach. With each kiss, her body relaxed, and I morphed from reverent to possessive. “Relax, baby,” I whispered as I turned her in my arms. “Do I have your attention now? I need you here with me.” She nodded and let out a sigh, some of the tension leaving her. It wasn’t enough.

It was Red's hand and he had been monitoring her from afar for a while. He was willing to prevent her from falling to the ground but the opposite was the case. Her weight had pulled him down and immediately, he landed on top of Crystal in a dark room. Their lips were pressed on each others lips and with shock , Crystal left her eyes wide open. Oh My God. She spoke within herself.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

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.

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.