Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

"How could you hide that kind of a thing from me, mum? We never kept secrets! I tell you everything that goes on in my life, how could you hide my real identity from me? I guess dad never knew that I was not his son?" "Yes, he didn't," she sighed. "I'm sorry." "You even tried to kill me, I'm deeply pained." She lowered her head. "Forgive me, son." "But is that the same reason I can see ghosts?" "No, it is a trait you got from your earthly dad because he trained you. I initially thought it was that but Goddess Alexia made me know." "I forgive you, mum," he managed a smile before turning to Goddess Alexia. "You specially came for this, why? Is there anything going on?"

he reasoned out with her “Why do you need a nanny, any way I am always here for you,’’ he felt offended not being enough for her they had a long conversation which comforted Mercy. Angela went and roofed her daughter. she was tired from the parking and fell asleep at the chesterfield. she kissed her and went to the bedchamber., just before she left, Amanda called out her mother and told her that, she had a good feeling with the new family they were going to take care of., she had come to terms with the situation, she tried cheering her out. she arouse to have a trivial heart-to-heart with her mother. they talked for a while and both went to bed. before Angela felt asleep, she took a picture

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

Celia let out, stepping a little forward, her focus flicked towards Felix for the briefest second before darting away back to her teammates. *Help me* Another voice reverberated... As wide-eyed as they were, shivers after shivers kept coming making them tremble. This was one of the most engaging conversations with the entity for them. The spirit of the dead mother was trying to convey her emotions through the EVP. It was confirmed. They knew that they were not alone. Apart from the people using this bridge for traveling, there was someone else who remained here. Watching every activity from the depths of the darkness. The spirit of the dead mother still lingered here. And it seemed like they

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

“What happened?” “Grams was murdered last year. Mom’s latest boyfriend sexually assaulted me during one of my episodes. She caught him before it went too far, but somehow, it was my fault. I think she was tired of me depending on her.” “Where’s the guy?” Ghost was grinding his teeth as he spoke. I shrugged my shoulders, not even wanting to speculate that they were still together. “Are you safe?” “Not really. The guys who killed my grandmother took a shot at me.”

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

That voice belonged to Mom, and it was her inner thoughts. Questions flooded my mind. Why could I hear her thoughts? And since when was her retirement pension eight thousand dollars a month? Wasn't it supposed to be four thousand? She had always cried to me about being broke, saying all her pension money was spent on David and that she couldn't even afford groceries. Feeling sorry for her, I had transferred several thousand dollars to her every month. Now, it was clear. She had been lying to me all along. "What's the matter? Selena is just taking a short break. Apologize to her now," Mom said to David.

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

“Dad, please! Let me out! I’m scared!” His voice through the door was ice. “You need to learn, boy. You can’t be a successful man like your father with that soft heart. You’ll ruin the family name. Stay there until you learn.” And indeed I learned. No attachments. No feelings. The Ghost was born that night. But Scott had cracked everything open. And now he wants to leave? Hell no! The lion is awake. I couldn’t sleep. The office was empty. I locked my door, sat back in my chair, and let the memories flood me. Scott’s body under me. His moans when I bred him deep. The way he begged “Sir, please” while I fucked him raw.