Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends Novels & Stories

’I swear a see a man, but where did he go? I reached for my mobile phone on top of the center table at the living room. I opened F******k messenger and called my friend Catherine. ‘Catherine, I think I’m seeing ghost inside our the house.’ ‘Hey, it’s 2021 don’t tell me you still believe in ghost?’ ‘But I encountered him twice already.’ ‘Him?’ she said and laughed. ‘See? You need a boyfriend. Even ghost pity you for staying single for so long now.’ ‘Cut it off.’

At my sister who had waited five years and not looked and had been angry for forty-three minutes and had moved her suitcases into my guest room and was now sitting across from me at nine-thirty on a Saturday making sure I had eaten. “I don’t love him,” I said. “But there are.” I stopped. Started again. “There are things that were real. That I built my entire understanding of my own life around for a long time. Letting those be false doesn’t happen completely just because you’ve had five years and a billion-dollar company to do it in.” I paused. “So no. I don’t love him. But the ghost of the person who did is still present sometimes. In specific rooms.”

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.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

“Vivian Letitia, after this you will no longer be my girlfriend. But you will forever be the one I love the most, I'm going to be late. You should go back first…” Vivian Letitia knew he was making excuses for her to leave, but she was also heartbroken to see him. She wiped the tears from her face with her hand, then took a deep breath. She must be brave, not weak. After a brief farewell to Lionel Alan, Vivian Letitia also left. Although the two of them are not together now, they will always remember each other. And so did Lionel Alan, he watched Vivian Letitia leave, his heart ached. But this pain alone is okay, I don't want the person I love to be sad. Vivian Letitia, my life is also love o

Ashton I came to the realization that whether or not I'm ready for a new mate, this one is going to be one hell of a fight to let go. Not even a day and a half here is already causing trouble for me, not the good kind nor the stressful kind that I don't need right now. “Don't you think that it's weird, after what? Two years we have found our second chance mate” Ghost says.

Chaos sighed as his apartment was deafeningly silent before he added, “Theresa was my first love…” She faced him angrily, “How many times do you have to rub those words on my face?!” She angrily yelled. “She… she had died,” Chaos confessed, his voice cracking. The words hung heavy in the air, a chilling confirmation of Florence’s worst fears. Theresa, the ghost of the past, was not just a distant memory. She was a part of his life, a love that had tragically ended.

he added, starting to leave. "Wait a minute!" I called out, stopping him at the door. I shifted my gaze to the clock on the wall, watching the minute hand tick forward. When the minute hand hit ten, I unlocked my phone and found Lucas Zacker's Twitter account. Just like in my past life, he had posted a link to a music platform, accompanied by the caption: "My original solo track 'A Flicker in the Dark' awaits your listen." I clicked the link, and the familiar sound of the male vocals filled the room.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re looking at her like that.” The air between them went razor-thin. For a heartbeat, Rhett thought Ghost might swing. Instead, the older man just shook his head. “You think I’ve got eyes on that girl?” Ghost’s voice was steady, low, but laced with something darker. “No, boy. What I see when I look at her is me. Forty years ago.” Rhett froze, breath caught in his chest. ________________ Ghost lowered himself into the chair Rhett had left empty, his movements deliberate. He leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, his gaze locked on the fire across the room.