Ghost Love Story Novels & Stories

Again. I was close. I writhed, panting, screaming. Ghost praised me, his thrust unrelenting, in the moment when our gazes met, we both knew this was not going to end tonight. It couldn’t be a one night stand. What we felt for one another, although not love, ran deeper than physical attraction. "You're doing so good, baby girl." Ghost fawned, intense gaze on mine, hands cradling my cheeks, thumbs stroking soothingly, flicking tears away.

I asked. He looked at me. One blink. A breeze stirred the hem of my coat. I hadn’t loved anyone since her. I hadn’t even tried. Because how do you love again when your first love never ended? When she never died, only disappeared? When every time you try to forget, your soul still turns toward the place she left hollow? "Maybe ghosts don’t haunt houses," I whispered. "Maybe they haunt people." She never said goodbye. Never gave me the chance to explain.

Please Check my other story completed: The Vampire prince`s gifted Mate A mysterious woman wearing all black walked over to a grave. Tears fell down her face and a white handkerchief was in her hand all scrounged up as she could not stop crying. She kneeled down and pressed her hand against the engraved marking, tracing the name with her hand. No one knew or could relate to the pain she was feeling right now. She felt as if she had lost half of her soul. The memories of their beautiful love story invaded her mind.

The string lights and the white roses and the birthday cake with its candles all still there, all completely unchanged, the whole beautiful careful evening I had built still standing around us while everything inside it came apart. I sat in my chair and could not breathe and could not look away and watched Grey look at this impossibly beautiful woman who had come back from the dead and felt the understanding settle through me with a quiet finality. I had already lost him. I had lost him before I had ever really had him and the emerald dress and the frosting and the string lights and all of it had never been going to be enough because you cannot compete with a ghost and you especially cannot

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

I was right about the gift she possesses. “Have you seen anything like this before?” Ghaazi asks. “No, but I have heard of it. It was said that two or three thousand years ago, a vampire possessed a gift where he could live without his heart. He could never be killed if nothing happened to his heart. He would reappear where his heart was kept. Eventually, his beloved was killed, and he went insane with grief. Hunters were sent to deal with him, but they ended up being killed by him. Finally the Phantom Pass guild sent their best after him and they ended up finding his heart and destroying it there for killing the vampire in the process.” I explain.

And I refused to sever the man I loved. So I looked for the fourth option. I looked at the ghosts. They were still there, trapped beneath the fallen crystal, their ashen bodies flickering in the gaps between the rocks. They weren't just memories. They were debt. They were the energy the Council had stolen across four hundred years. The Widow was using Kael to anchor the world. I was going to use the ghosts to anchor the gift. I pressed my marked palm against the cold, transparent skin of Kael’s chest.

Dad rarely comes here. I keep looking at her picture until my eyes turn heavy with sleep. GHOST His feet are lighter than air as he strides toward her, making no noise, not even by mistake. His feet aren't touching the floor. He's floating in the air, just an inch above. A ghostly smile plays on his handsome face as he glances down at her, sleeping in an awkward way. His eyes are still roaming on her body, looking for a sign of injury. Fury burns in his eyes as he recalls her surroundings with the fire. His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark.

She reached out, trying to touch the fleeting glow, but her fingers grasped at nothing. "Nathan, if there's a next life, I won't betray you again…" The light of the sunset slowly faded, and the cell was swallowed by darkness once more. Through the haze, a voice seemed to whisper. "If there's a next life, I don't want to meet you again. Goodbye, Helena…"

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.