Ghost Of Love Novelas e Histórias

The portal opened like a sigh, He stepped into a garden overgrown with sorrow, The Archive didn’t look like a building. It looked like a heart cracked open, stone ribs arching into the sky, vines curling around monuments built to lovers who had never met, or never stayed. The scent of wilted roses and rusted promises filled the air, A ghost greeted him at the gates. She wore a wedding dress stitched from unsaid goodbyes. “You seek the fragment,” she said softly. “I seek my daughter.” The ghost wept soundlessly. “Then you must give me a love you swore would never fade.”

A love that had been twisted into rage by betrayal and death. A love for the silver spring. A love for the man with red hair. A love for… the girl with my brother. The truth was a cold knife in my gut. I was not carrying a demon. I was carrying a ghost. And I had just helped its enemies find its last living hope.

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Chase hugs her and puts the ring on her ring finger. "Look outside," Chase whisper to her makes her immediately turn her eyes to the outside of the window glass. The garden was lit by the lantern and it shows the word "I Love you, Violet!" She chuckles and looks at him again. "Did you arrange that?" Chase nod. "I want to hear that word. Say it please." She makes a begging reaction. "I love you." "I can't hear it. Louder please.." "I love you, Violet." Violet smile contently. "I love you too, Chase." She squeezed his hand softly.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

she cried out, tears streaming down her glowing face. His claws dug in deeper, blood trickling down his arm. “Hold on to me! Don’t let go!” Her voice cracked like a broken glass. “If you love me…why didn’t you end my suffering?” His heart shattered as his eyes blazed with gold. “Because I don't want a world without you in it!” The ghost’s laughter echoed through the void. “And now, fox, you’ll know the cost of love.” The ghost shadow yanked her from his grip.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

They both looked at Adam, questioningly. Adam nodded his head. “Go and tell me what you see, will you?” He looked at his daughter. “Be careful, Melody. Don’t go too near that window. You just don’t know what might happen. From the sound of things, a battle between spirits is about to ensue.” Hearing her father acknowledge the existence of spirits was an odd thing, but she made no mention of it. Ian’s voice was weak, but his words managed to reach her ears. “Melody. My sweet Melody. I’m so sorry, my love.”

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

I saw Adrian, still crouched in a corner, watching us in misery. He followed us all the way to a villa district but couldn't enter. From a distance, he stared at our windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of me forgiving him. Late that night, Caleb turned off the lights. As our shadows slowly collapsed onto the bed together, I heard a deafening roar. Caleb covered my ears and pressed his lips against mine in frustration. "Darling, focus. Don't listen to those barking dogs." I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love.