Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends Novels & Stories

What mattered to me was that he gave everything I wanted to Michelle. Maybe before that night, I would have been moved by his gesture, but now, looking at Ryan, all I could think of were those words: “Late affection is as meaningless as a fleeting trend. If you don't act when it counts, it loses its relevance later on.” … I looked at him, offering a cold smile. “Mr. Patel, that’s all in the past now.” When old flames meet, I couldn’t pretend to be friends after a breakup, nor could I bury the past.

They even went from fighting over who'd be my groomsmen to who'd be the godfather of my future child. Wendy couldn't take it anymore. She cried out that pivotal question while opening the door. Then, her gaze fell on Cecily's and my clasped hands. The cozy familiarity we obviously shared made her breath hitch. However, I didn't care what Wendy thought when she saw this. As far as I was concerned, we'd broken up two years ago. At most, Wendy was nothing more than a stranger with whom I was once acquainted. The party was supposed to be a festive one filled with cheer, but her arrival ruined the atmosphere. She even asked me a question that seemed completely nonsensical to me.

Meanwhile, Ria, who heard that, blushed even more. “Tsk… are you a ghost or what? I can't believe you didn't have a girlfriend back then. Tell me! How many girls did you date in the past?! you playboy ghost!” Ria suddenly threw a sofa cushion at him which of course went through his body. Kevin made a dramatic face. “What? How dare you accuse me! I'm just an old ghost stating facts and you accuse me of being a playboy for praising a beautiful woman? What kind of human are you…” He spoke as if it were a theater play.

I didn’t want to remember him;the way his mouth felt on my skin or the way his touch lifted me to unimaginable heights. All the while, he crushed my heart like it was worthless, like I was worthless. A shuddering breath left my lips as I brought my glass of wine to them. This was the reason I always avoided thinking about him. It made me feel like shit. Reaching over to the side table for my laptop. I checked my emails. It was better than thinking about the bitter past. Only one email sat in the secured mailbox. To: The Ghost From: Don Good answer. I’d like to book the next six months of your exclusive services. Max three times per month, as initially agreed. Monthly retention two hundred th

Tamara assured. "What on earth were those things?" the girl asked. "Ghosts," Xen answered coming closer to meet them when his eyes met those of the girl and for a second, he froze not believing his eyes. ~~~Flashback~~ 2 years ago Xen took his girlfriend on a stroll, and he intended to tell her the truth about his true identity, he had no idea how it was going to go but he believed her love for him could stand the test of time he was wrong. "Believe me Riele...I do see ghosts and I know they killed my parents." Xen said holding his girlfriend's hand begging her to believe him.'

“I have good instincts.” “Maybe it really is just work.” She gives me a look. I exhale, leaning back slightly. “Fine. Maybe I just saw something I’d rather not have seen.” Her brows lift slightly. “That sounds more interesting.” “It’s not.” I glance at my drink. “Just… an old ghost.” Maya sips her wine, gaze thoughtful. “Not the type that haunts?” I consider that. “More like the kind that lingers.” She hums. “A past love?”

In one swift motion, he downed the remaining contents, feeling the bitter bite of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, attempting to numb the ache that had been gnawing at him. Ever since Patricia had reentered his life, it was as if the ghosts of their shared history had been unleashed, their whispers and echoes haunting his every waking moment. The once-familiar sensation of her presence seemed to linger in the air, an invisible thread tying him to a past he thought he had moved on from. Each encounter with other women felt incomplete, a mere shadow of what had once been with Patricia. Her face, her touch, her laughter—these were the specters that haunted his thoughts, leaving an indeli

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

I ask, not able to stand the silence anymore. "I'm not sure, but the spell shouldn't have worked that way." "What way?" She looks up at me. "It's like it brought your past true loves to you. When it should've brought your current one, Lance." "Only it took a while to work on Lance, but first brought Kiarr and now this other ghost." I lean forward, placing my head in my hands. "What am I going to do?" "Okay, we'll figure it out." She rubs my back. "Give me a few days to consult textbooks and speak with the necromancer professors-"

My eyes snap to him, sharp and warning, but he just raises his hands slightly, still grinning. “I’m just saying,” he adds. “He’s not wrong,” Ghost murmurs with a shrug, his arms crossed as he leans back. “All the other old ladies had been here months before they were claimed. Slept with a few different guys. Red hasn’t.” “Could be she thinks she made the wrong call,” Glitch adds, eyes flicking toward me like he’s watching for cracks. “All it takes is talking to someone and feeling that instant connection.” “Okay, shut the fuck up,” I growl, the words rough and low. “If you lot keep going, I’ll ban every guy in this club from breathing near her.”