Ghost Lover: Stories Novels & Stories

“She should probably start with the stories Nana always loved to tell her. Those are the type that might be illegal.” “What the hell, Tate. Why are you out here ratting out Nana like that?” “Tell me,” I say, ignoring her fake annoyance with Tatum. “Everyone has heard of ghost wolves,” she starts with a sigh. “But no one ever talks about what they are, how they came to be.” “All I recall hearing was that they were wandering wolves who lost their mates.” I shrug and Tatum shakes her head. “No, they are a ghost of themselves because they never found their mates.” Tatum corrects me and I roll my eyes. “Our moms always argued about that bit when they would try to scare us with the stories.”

Each account had been published in various ghost hunting guides available in local bookstores. “You really believe all that?” Louis asked. “I look at it this way. A few things you might be able to write off as coincidence, bad luck, or someone making up a tale. But there are just so many stories collected in this one place that you have to pay attention. I mean, it seems like something’s going on.”

Everyone had gone their separate ways, into the New world, there my dad met a Mortal being, a dweller of Earth Realm, her name was Katherine, their bond had grew stronger together, she showed my dad many places, they shared their secrets with each other, dad's own was that he was a vampire, and he was sent to the New world for a test, while her's was that she was an assassin, together with her gang, they assassinate Government officials or fellow Citizens for money being payed by people who wanted them dead, she had given her life to Christ and had become a reporter My dad narrated everything he new about Transylvania to her, as at then, my dad was married to a werewolf (my mom) and I was

“I needed the truth. Since you wouldn’t open up. I wanted to know the real story about the Ghost.” I looked away, chest tight. I didn’t know when I started talking. “I thought I told you this before? My father caught me with a boy when I was sixteen. He didn’t just punish me. He broke me into pieces. He kept me in cold rooms. Played psychological games. Told me wanting men made me weak. That love would destroy everything I built. He tortured me for weeks till he was sure that I was now hardened. So I became the Ghost with no feelings. And no risk of anyone staying long enough to hurt me.”

"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.

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.

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.

she whispered, fear and need tangled in her throat. He slid in slow, stretching her cum-filled pussy, the sensation overwhelming. Mira moaned, pushing back, pussy gripping the stranger’s cock. Cole watched, his own shaft now fully hard in the ghost’s hand. The ghost woman straddled Cole’s face, grinding her cold cunt on his mouth. He licked instinctively, tongue plunging into her icy hole, while the ghost man continued stroking him.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

“First, you tell me how the hell you are a half-ghost. That’s not even supposed to be possible. Then you can tell me what you need help with, and I will decide if I want to help.” “Ballsy, brave, and pretty. Aren’t you just the whole package? You will help me, Little Reaper. Your damn coven owes me, and you owe me for trying to reap my soul when I’m not actually dead. I’m half-ghost because Life granted my father the ability to have a child in the afterlife. He worshiped her, and when he got sick and was dying, he asked her to grant his dying wish, to give him the chance to have a child. So, she did. Life loves to stick it to Death when she can. Does that answer your question?”