Ghost Lover: Stories Novels & Stories

“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?”

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

Even if one popped out, I wouldn't be scared. As he pushed with all his strength to pry open the stone coffin lid, he kept laughing to himself. Darius had grown up among outlaws and had heard every crazy ghost story in the book According to legend, if you came across a Blood Ghoul—basically a supercharged, undead monster—in an underground crypt, the best way to deal with it was either with a silver spike dipped in holy water or an old ritual. That ritual involved burning myrrh and mimicking a monk's apology tour.

Tank submitted gracefully as Luna began her careful magical examination. Through the spelled pin, Ghost felt her confidence returning as she worked. Her fear was still there, but it no longer controlled her. Instead, it drove her to learn more, to grow stronger, to protect what she loved most. "Uncle Ghost?" she called without looking up from her healing. "Will you tell stories while I work? The ones about you and Uncle Tank being young and stupid?" Both men chuckle as she concentrated on healing Tank more. "Hey now," Tank protested while Ghost laughed.

* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book. A trivia bit that blew me away: I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space. Those coincidences I love about writing. Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best. Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

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.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

They’d made the decision firm when they were in Jodhpur, searching for a vetal that would take over corpses and haunt the souls of the living, begging to pass on from this world to the next. I’d been fairly nonplussed when they’d told me that – the stories about Paris sounded much more pleasant – but I supposed it wasn’t as bad as their travels through the Philippines, tracking a particularly nasty manananggal who was leaving a trail of injured pregnant women behind, who would later give birth to children with grossly deformed faces. They’d told me in gruesome detail about how they’d found the detached bottom half of her body, and how it had dissolved when they’d covered it in salt and garli

But it didn't matter to her anymore. "Do you know what you are?" "A Night... Hallow." she answered meekly. "Indeed. But do you know what kind of a Night Hallow you are?" She shook her head. "What is your name?" "Lana." she answered briefly. "Lana. Lana the Ghoul." the male repeated. "A ghoul?" "A phantom. Perhaps you have been associated with the graves before?" the male asked. Lana nodded. "Maybe... when I was alive, I remember working as a gravedigger."

He tried not to chuckle but a little chuckle came out of his beautiful mouth. "Why did you..." "Nothing," he replied. The two walked upstairs following the roses on the floor. "That's Charlotte's room," he pointed to the room the rose led. "What are those voices?" Shelby asked. She heard moaning voices from the room. Aaron arched his brows with a confused expression. Why is he hearing voices from his girlfriend's room?? Again, men voices. He took a right turn to open the door with a powerful force. The image in front of them, shook them both. It was like a building collapsed on both of their heads.