Ghost Love Story Novels & Stories

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Oliver whispered softly. ​Behind his warm smile, however, Oliver’s mind was already executing a cold, ruthless calculation. As soon as Vivian retired to her room for the night, Harrison and Eleanor were going to learn what happens when someone touches the Ghost Billionaire's wife.

"It's not important how I make it this far. I am truly sorry for scaring you. I usually maintain my distance at night since the demon inside of me was more rampant at night. I will stay outside so I won't bother you. Please continue in your rest." The female ghost bowed at me and started to walk away. "Hold on!" The burned fingers that were holding the tent's zipper halted. She looked back at me. "May I ask what are you trying to do when you came to my bed? Are you perhaps...wanted to eat me?" If it was a normal romance novel, perhaps what I said could cause misunderstanding and a bit romantical. But I mean it literally. The female ghost lowered her head. "...You smell different than others.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

- Yeah. "Here it dwarfs all the others, and attracts me not by its whiteness, but by the festival of blooming in the garden of heaven. Why do you think everyone is looking at her? "Because she's special?" "No, because it's the closest star to us. We love those who are near us, not those who are on the other side of the world. - So, do you love me? "Yes, but there's a big but." I am a Ghost, I am nobody, because I dream to you.

The portal opened like a sigh, He stepped into a garden overgrown with sorrow, The Archive didn’t look like a building. It looked like a heart cracked open, stone ribs arching into the sky, vines curling around monuments built to lovers who had never met, or never stayed. The scent of wilted roses and rusted promises filled the air, A ghost greeted him at the gates. She wore a wedding dress stitched from unsaid goodbyes. “You seek the fragment,” she said softly. “I seek my daughter.” The ghost wept soundlessly. “Then you must give me a love you swore would never fade.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

“What do you want, Ghost?” “Some fucking honesty!” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. I flinch slightly, frozen under his piercing gaze. “You’re honestly going to marry a woman, which means this—us—will always be hidden. A fucking secret.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “What you want, Ghost, I can’t give you,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Ghost’s face twists in frustration. “I want some honesty!” he repeats, his voice raw. “What I want is for you to refuse to get married—or at least fucking delay it!”

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”