Ghost Love Story Novels & Stories

After that, she turns to Adeline and beckons her, "follow me." Adeline followed closely behind her as they entered a room that looks like an office. "Sit." she gestures to the couch while taking a sit by the desk. "So, tell me. Why are you here? Is your father here with you?" Grace stared hard at her while attacking with questions. For the first time, since the burial of her Papa, her eyes glisten with tears at the mention of him. she blinked hard to stop the tears from falling. "He is dead."

Ghost POV I want to know what happened. People in her world don’t just make mistakes that big, not unless they cross a line so deep it can’t be forgiven. But there’s guilt in her eyes, heavy and raw, locked so far down I’m not sure even she lets herself touch it. “Next time, then,” I tell her, steady. Her head turns fast, her voice sharp. “Why do you care, Ghost? It was a past relationship. He’s gone, never coming back, so you don’t need all the details just to feel safe from him.”

Master Ghost’s marriage stone was truly an object that was both strange and evil. After all, she actually began missing him every day after that, constantly worrying about his safety. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and thus came the restless nights… ‘Could my love story truly end this tragically? Have I really fallen in love with a person who will never love me back…?’

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

Maya (voice shaking): “I love you too. I love the man you are. The man you’ve always been, even when you thought you were nothing but a ghost. You’re not just a shadow in this world anymore. You’re my everything.” Her tears slipped free, and before either of them thought twice, they leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss — slow, unhurried, tender. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that burned with passion or demanded proof. It was gentler, deeper — a kiss of gratitude. Of recognition. A kiss that said: I see you. I choose you. I will stand with you. When they pulled apart, Ghost rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed, breath uneven. Ghost (whispering): “You’ve given me back my life.”

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

🍹🍹Flashback when Nicklaus Hugged Morgana🍹🍹 "I know you want to tear them apart right now but not now, they still have the power to kill anyone in that cage and are immortal... I think I have a plan to deceive them but another plan B on this Min Ho, I can hear her heartbeat, she's afraid, she doesn't like what she's doing...could we uninstall the love files we downloaded for some minutes ". Nicklaus whispered quickly into her ear. " After you, my love ". Morgana whispered back and they took few steps away from each other as their smiles turned to frown.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

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.