Ghost Korean Drama Novels & Stories

Her chest stopped moving. Nyla Harper was dead. In the doorway, Eric stepped back from the chaos and pulled out his phone. He turned slightly away from Lisa, his finger hovering over a contact name. Then he pressed call and lifted the phone to his ear. After two rings, someone answered. Eric's voice dropped to barely a whisper, but in the sudden quiet of the room now that the machines had stopped screaming, his words carried perfectly clear. "It is done."

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

"Stop clinging to me. I told you—it was all an act. Who'd ever really love an orphan like you? Oh, wait—Samuel did. And look how that turned out. Ha!" A storm of emotions swirled through me as I watched. Was this karma finally catching up to Adeline? But the moment she heard my name, her eyes lit up with desperate hope. She muttered to herself, over and over, "That's right... Samuel loves me. I still have Samuel." Driving through the pouring rain, she made her way to my grave. But when she arrived, my sister was already there—having my remains exhumed, preparing to cremate them alongside our parents and take us all back to our hometown.

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.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

~ Hailey Park ~ Let me start by saying: If I ever mysteriously disappear, please check the nearest K-drama filming set because I’m certain that’s where my ghost will be haunting. Because today… today is The Kiss Scene day. Yes, that one. The one Ethan Jang mentioned in his villain voice like he was announcing my doom. And as I stand outside Studio B at 7:02 a.m. clutching my iced Americano like a holy relic, I ask myself one very important question: