Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

The park keepers watched over them, keeping them safe and secure. The BloodMoon was a location for the mythology about vampires, making it the best place to get a glimpse at one. The DarkMoon was for the legend about werewolves, making it the absolute best place for ones to come face to face with the monsters. There was a teenage boy of mixed heritage named Malison. His mixed heritage made him unique in the myth and legends of the Mythic world. His bloodline was mixed with humans, werewolves and vampires, with his mother a vampire, and his father a Werewolf. He was never a pure human, but always a Werewolf, and as with mixed heritage, he was powerful enough.

"Are you a criminal now?. "Let me explain this to you, the guy who is on the news is not me, he is my clone. He looks exactly like me and he can do everything i can do but he is a ghost, he is also the same fool who was attacking me at the farm house, i don't know if you believe me or not" i explained and they were all quite listening to what i was saying. "So you have been hiding all this to us this entire time?, you really thought that was damn cool?" Dad asked and he smelled anger.

The smear she couldn't get out of the floor. That wasn't strawberry jam. Mama's eyes moved down to my wrist. The black bracelet was still there. The light was dead. There was no heartbeat, so it wasn't working anymore. Mama stared at the dead red light. A sound came out of her throat that wasn't crying and wasn't a scream. It was the sound of something breaking inside her. Her lips were shaking as she traced her fingers along my face, tears welling up in her eyes. "Someone call an ambulance. Call somebody. Call—"

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

My mother. "The Architect didn't die in the silo, Miss Chen," Isabella said, her voice dropping to a silken, predatory whisper. "She’s been my 'guest' for twenty years. And the only thing keeping her neural-pattern from being permanently erased is the heartbeat of the Ghost Wolf." I felt the ground fall away from beneath me. My mother the woman who had been the phantom haunting my every move, the woman I thought had been vaporized by her own ambition was alive. And she was a hostage.

My fist pummeled into hardened balls and my jaws tightened. Taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered on everything I had gotten so far. The Ghost apparently is someone close to me, my aunt's husband-an aunt whom I never even knew existed up until two months ago. Launching various attacks on my men and factories in Russia, he is out for revenge, and he won't stop until he gets his bloody revenge. A slow knock punctured the stillness of my room. A maid timidly walked in, bowing her head slightly.

Her mother requested. This was Cassidy’s other secret. Not only did her parents run a funeral home and own a cemetery on the same land but this line of work has been in her family lineage for a very long time and that spiritual energy has been passed from mother to daughter since the very first Bones opened up a funeral home so long ago. This spiritual energy grew with each new member of the family and when Cassidy was born, she was granted the power to see and talk to ghosts.