Ghost Lover: Stories 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."

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

The Ghost is my father's former lover, a crazy woman who is power-hungry even in death. My father, warned me about the restless of the Ghost of the forest, the woman he once loved. She planned to murder my father on their wedding night and consume his soul. When the plot was revealed the Wolf People Clan put her to death and she's been wreaking havoc on the world ever since her dying day. But now she has Lucia, a foolish girl, a pon in her schemes.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

LORENZO’S POV “How long have you been standing there?” I asked, already dreading the answer. “Long enough to hear you talk to Laura,” she said, crossing her arms in that adorable-but-deadly way she always does. Oh great. Just what I needed... my ghost girlfriend catching me mid-awkward conversation with the woman I accidentally slept with. Well, maybe not accidentally but whatever. “Yes, I was talking to her,” I said quickly … hands raised like that would help, “but it’s not what you think.”

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

I’m crouching down, busy putting my guitar in its case, when I suddenly still, a familiar scent hitting me… The next moment, someone covers my eyes from behind… “Guess who?” But it’s that voice, that has my heart pounding like a hammer, my eyes almost instantly filling up with tears, even when they are closed… (Author’s Note: The stories told by Zira Castalia, really do exist. They are the work of one of my Favourite Authors … Author MOONLIGHT MUSE.) You can find these stories from her Alpha Series Book 1 – Her Forbidden Alpha Book 2 – Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

“I have to ask the Fire God León de Fuego to protect this.” “This is not my responsibility.” The God of Fire León de Fuego gave the book of life and death to the first judge of hell, coldly saying: “I just want to know why this happened. You oversee the life and death of the human world, but I still have to check, if you don't do well then I think you don't want to be the first judge of hell." The first judge of hell panicked, and knelt on the ground begging: "I know I'm guilty, please forgive me!" The second judge of hell came in, and he looked at the first judge quietly and said, "What's wrong with León de Fuego, the Fire God looking for me?" “I just wanted to ask about Luz de Luna Platea

“The myth of the night where the Great vampire prince, awakens. The one who has the ability to make the dead undead?” “I don’t believe in those legends or myths, Garza. I’ll just see my parents as soon as possible and be done with it,” I replied him. “You might not believe it, child. But be careful, for whoever awakens him, becomes his bride till eternity,” I scoffed at his words, breathing it off and leaving Julian with him as he had bad feeling about literally everything. Here is me now, presently. I’m trying not to be scared because from my experience in horror movies, ghosts didn’t made people die. It was themselves.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.