Ghost Of Love Novels & Stories

"But, I was proud of you. You still have senses to back off from their relationship." Gracia drink her glass and have nothing to say. "That's love. You can regret it or cry over it. But, well, that's love. The most mysterious thing in this world. Same with the ghost. They said that they knew well about it, but no one really saw it." "Damn you, Gil. Damn to all the writers in this world who write love stories!" Gracia jumped from her chair and left him all alone with his beer. Gillian smiled, while deep in his heart, he really wishes her to have a happy life. With or without her lovely man.

Instinctively, I reach out to touch her, but my hand makes contact with the cold glass instead. Her image fades. Her giggles come from somewhere else in the room – probably another mirror – but I don’t bother following it this time. I remember what my spirit guide had said earlier about my feelings, and I quickly wipe my eyes, calling out for him. “Zephyr? Are you here?” “What do you think?” His voice drips with boredom as he appears in the mirror I'm facing.

Eliel communicated directly with Ghost. Ghost was not much of a talker, he only spoke when he wanted to utter vile orders that caused pain to others. That was his nature. Sadly, Ghost was a blood sucking soul. Ghost pinned his head on my mine, shut his eyes and breathed evenly. I wondered how much more he had to endure. When he reopened his eyes, Zephyr was back. "I love you baby," I said, I was back too. "I f&cking love you baby. Let's go home." Zephyr kissed my breath away and carried me to the car, Axel drove us home in silence while I cuddled behind with Zephyr.

Ghost added. “I have a few things to wrap up and will be there by six.” “Thank you, sir.” Everyone stood but me. “Esmerelda.” I felt his love and acceptance. “I’m proud of you and thankful we got to meet. I will do anything I can for you.” “How did you know I killed a man?” “Your aura has a black stripe. I can see it clearly. Others may not.” “Okay.” Tears dripped as we said our goodbyes. Ghost had to carry me out. Not that he seemed to mind. His emotions mirrored mine.

It was heavy with ghosts, ghosts of love, of loss, of a man still waiting in the dark. Elena closed her eyes and let the ghosts keep her company.

“She’s better than good. But I won’t leave her in the dark.” Ines hesitated, then nodded once. “Just don’t forget—ghosts can’t love the living. It never ends well.” He didn’t turn. “Then I’ll haunt carefully.” Outside, the storm broke. And in the silence that followed, the world felt smaller—tied together by the steady echo of one pulse, and the woman who now carried it.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

"Don't ever enter my study again. You're not allowed to touch anything in my room again!" Back then, Liam had spoken to me with a dark expression on his face. Yet, when he turned to hold up the crystal ball, his eyes had been filled with infinite tenderness. He'd shoved me to the floor. When I looked up at him, I unintentionally caught sight of the inscription carved into the base of the crystal ball—"From: Vivi". I thought back to the rather platonic love that Liam and I had shared over the past six years. Liam would say he liked me very much every time, but he would only ever go as far as staring at my lips and holding my hand.

"Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?" Caught in his lie, Rhett froze for a moment, then ran off in a flustered, furious rage. Unlike before, I didn't chase after him to comfort him. I let him vent his anger. The guests gradually left. As the wind howled along the coast, I returned to my room alone. As soon as I pushed the door open, a strong stench of blood hit me. I saw the bloodstains on the ground. The puppy was lying there, with its eyes closed and its breathing stopped.

Wendy looked confused. She didn't understand why I asked her that. I continued, "If you love me, why have you never once prepared a gift for me on your own accord? If you love me, why have you always refused to take vacations with me? If you love me, why would you get pregnant with another man's baby and even do a wedding photoshoot with him? "I'm human, you know. My heart hurts and bleeds just like everyone else's. If this is what it means to be loved by you, then I'm sorry, but it's not for me."