Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends Novels & Stories

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.

"Look at your heart. Did you ever really love me?" Felix had laughed bitterly, my friend told me. He had said: "You're right. I should have known. I never loved you." The ghost had worn itself out over the years. He had been clinging to the past — unwilling to let go, too proud to find an answer. So he dragged his present self down with him. And I had sentenced him for it. Felix kept one thing close. A short video, my friend said. He watched it often, late at night, when he couldn't sleep.

“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.”

You still like doing sudden kisses, yet I love it. "What kind of song do you want me to pick though? Is there any requirements?" I took the pen and the notebook and placed it on my lap as I read the words written at the top in the middle. It says: dance with my ghost playlist. I have to admit. It triggered something inside me, especially the word ghost, but I chose to hold it and keep it to myself instead. I don't want to provoke another fight. I think I've already mentioned this to myself before and I have to keep it. "Well, preferably songs for a dead boyfriend."

“I’m guessing he found some random whore to screw. That’d explain it.” My eyes widen at her words. “Don’t say shit like that.” Even his sister talks about him with disgust. Her head tilts. “What? It’s the truth. Do you have any idea how many used condoms the cleaners find in his office at the club?” She laughs, but something about her tone makes my stomach churn. Jealousy? I don’t even know why I feel it, but it’s there. “I’d rather not talk about Ghost and his habits, especially not with you—his little sister.” Grabbing my phone, I check for a reply from Ghost. Nothing. What the hell is he up to now?

“It doesn’t matter what your name is anymore. You’re my Angel and that’s how I will always think of you. I just wish we could locate your folks. I hate the idea of them thinking you’re dead or captured by the Indians.” “I know I had a pa, but I can’t remember more than that.” “Give yourself time, my love.” “Is that woman leaving the camp today? She makes me feel bad.” “I called off the engagement, so I can’t see why she’d stay.” “I saw her walking about this morning just as bold as you please. She was even talking to the men. I got jealous. You never let me out of here.”

Adults take it all. "Do you have any idea how miserable it was being around you? You were moody and unpredictable, barking orders whenever you felt like it. "Everyone said I was a gold digger, clawing my way up the social ladder. To get what I wanted, I swallowed every insult and endured every humiliation. But today, I'm done enduring. "Blame yourself for everything. You offended too many people and even got someone's mother killed. Now, the evidence is airtight. Let's see how you crawl your way back from this.

He trailed off, gauging Ghost’s reaction, “The only reason Giveon went out to find her in the first place was for her to face the punishment for her crimes, she...” Ghost looked at him, “Just say it, I think there can’t be anything worse than not remembering my past.” “She had a misplaced crush on me, more like an obsession.” Ghost’s jaw hardened, that was a lie because there was one thing worse and it was knowing his mate had eyes for another that wasn’t him. It didn’t matter that he didn’t remember it, it still hurt and he was jealous.

Five years ago, at our engagement party, I broke my fiancee's assistant Richard Greer's nose with a punch because I saw his hand slip under my fiancee Pearl Moran's skirt, groping her right out in the open. Yet when security arrived, Pearl stepped in front of Richard and frowned at me. "Alex, he was just messing around. Did you really have to hit him that hard?" To get back at me for Richard, she pulled strings to throw me in prison. My first day behind bars, I ended up in a cell Richard prepped for me. My ribs were broken in a beating. I was fed spoiled leftovers and forced to sleep on the cold concrete floor. The moment I got out, I boarded a flight to Eldermere without looking back.

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV *** *Ghosts That Never Rest* It was supposed to be a clean break. A fresh start. But ghosts didn’t care about fresh starts. I should have known the past would find me, should have known it would come wrapped in an all-too-familiar voice. “Aurora.” One word. My name. And suddenly, I was twenty-two again, reckless and in love with a man who had left scars I had never fully acknowledged.