Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

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.

no, Charlotte. I swallow. “Right,” I add quickly. “It was not planned.” One truth in a sea of lies would wash out souls clean, right? “Clearly,” the host laughs, “that kind of tension can’t be faked.” Tension……oh, you haven’t had the slightest clue. “Alright,” she leans forward, knowing her voice conspiratorially, “one word, both of you……describe that kiss.”

I try to find a pocket of air. But Spadino is already there. He pulls me up. He spins me around. He is grinning. His eyes are wild. "My turn, Ghost," he whispers. He kisses me. He tastes of mint and chaos. He pushes me back down. He lifts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He is frantic. Fast. Messy. He doesn't have the rhythm of his brothers. He has adrenaline. He pounds into me, chasing a high that keeps moving just out of reach.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Gage's hands grasped her hips, guiding her movements, his own body responding to hers. They kissed, and Nicole's and Gage's moans mingled together, their passion-filled sounds echoing through the air. Their lips remained locked, their tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. Their bodies moved in sync, Nicole's hips swaying back and forth as Gage's hands guided her. He was moving with her, his own body responding to her rhythm. Together, they created a sensual dance, their movements fluid and effortless. The kiss deepened, their passion growing with each passing moment. Nicole felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body surrendering to the pleasure. Gage's movements became more

She looked at the condemned, smoking building, then back at me, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You know," she panted, her hands sliding up to my neck, her touch the only thing that felt real in a world of ghosts. "I think I’m going to need a very large glass of wine before we audit the next secret basement you've been hiding." "And a shower. A very long shower," I muttered, my mouth finding hers in a hard, grounding kiss that tasted of smoke, rain, and the future.

she whispered sadly, lifting her gaze to find mine. Her words stirred something inside me, and a tender smile followed on my lips. I closed the space between us and pecked her on the lips. When we broke away, Emily seemed to be disappointed and pouted. "Kiss her properly, your moron!" Ghost hissed from the back of my mind. "She wants some proper and deep smooching!" I dropped my head again, taking her lips hostage. Emily's breathing hitch and her sweet arousal hit my nose. Ghost was going berserk inside my mind, begging me to have him released.

I shimmied my underwear off; he’d ripped mine in the past and whilst the act of doing that was sexy as hell, lace pants are expensive. Ghost fell on top of me, his hips in between my legs, erection pressing against my very wet and ready core. His fingers traced the edges of the floral tattoo across my lower stomach and bikini line, before moving further down to the barbed rose garter I had around my thigh. “I like this one,” his voice was low, sexy. “Have you got any others?” I nodded, sweeping my hair out the way to show the roses across my collarbone and the bottom of my neck, before rolling over to show him the wings across my shoulders.

It's too loud and too much. I close my eyes, trying to center myself, until I hear the door open. “Shit,” I whisper, turning toward the exit, ready to slip back out before anyone sees me like this. But it’s too late. Ghost steps in and locks the door behind him. His eyes drop, sweeping over me like a storm. Like he’s been holding back for far too long and just cracked. “Ghost,” I murmur, but it’s pointless. He doesn’t stop. He moves toward me, deliberate and slow, then pulls me into a kiss that steals my breath. His hands find my waist and pulls me closer as he backs me into one of the stalls. The door slams shut behind us.

I gently set her down on the bed and traced my finger up the seam of her pants and in one pull rip them off her. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her stomach while I toyed with her newly exposed love button. She responded immediately, a gentle groan and fingers in my hair. Her scent hit me and my mouth watered, my lips wanted hers. A trail of kisses led me to her warm, wet pussy. Like a man obsessed, I drove into it, kissing, suckling, and slurping. Lifting her hips, I rubbed my tongue on her inner walls which she responded to by grinding on my face.