Novel & Cerita Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends

Instead of answering Lucy, Frank smiled at her, asking her why she would go that far even if she did not fancy their chances. "For Jojo." Lucy stroked her belly as she relieved her memories. "She was my friend, and one might even say that she's the reason Zac and I got together…" Then, her voice turned somber, as the memories became painful. "That is, until three days ago… We were hanging out at a karaoke bar when we ran into The Ghosters." She growled through her teeth, shivering and rubbing between her brow. "That was when I met Ghost—or perhaps I should say the man calling himself Ghost.

I didn’t immediately rise to turn on the lights, relishing the bluish evening glow washing over me. For a moment, the ghosts of the past filtered into the room, embracing me from all angles, watching me with their judgmental eyes. Gabriel, my former partner, sneered, mocking me with yellow-stained teeth, his eyes glittering. “What are you looking at, you old bastard?” I scoffed, knowing he wasn’t really there. “You did nothing but whore your way through life until it killed you.” My eyes landed on Ilona, her face sad and drawn. The sight of her in the depth of my troubled mind bothered me more.

He joked. A watery laugh broke through my sobs. “Never. There’s no space left in my heart for anyone else. It’s all yours. Always.” “And I’ll make love to you every night,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Even as a ghost. I’ll do it right in front of him before I drag his soul to hell.” I wrinkled my nose, half-laughing, half-disturbed. “Ghost sex? Why are we even talking about me being a widow? And then having sex with your ghost?”

She clasped her hands and looked at me with her puppy eyes. I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Uhm," I bit my lower lip. "It's not literally a ghost. More like uhm..." Her mouth formed an O then nodded. She scanned the area then looked at me again with teasing eyes. "A ghost of what? Of past? G! Why does it feels like that that ghost you were talking about is your ex?" She started tickling me on the waist.

Olivia sudden reappearance had dredged up a whirlwind of memories - memories of love, betrayal, and everything in between. Olivia, my ex-girlfriend, had reappeared in my life like a ghost from the past, haunting me with memories I had long tried to bury. Seven years had passed since she vanished without a trace, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and shattered dreams. And now, here she was, poised to strike once again with a team of mysterious accomplices at her side.

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.

Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin. Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself. "Noah! What are you doing? Get out!" "Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?" "No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!" "So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace. She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.

I just solved a ghost problem. I jumped out of bed, half-dancing, half-flailing, looking like a drunk penguin ... But I didn’t care. I had done it. After weeks of sleepless nights, awkward spectral encounters, and sexual frustration worthy of medical diagnosis, I had finally found a breakthrough. “Yesterday, you vanished with your new ghost buddy, and I gave up,” I said aloud, pacing the room like a maniac. “But look at me now, Echo! I am back in the game!”

She wondered if there was really something he was hiding, or if it was just her imagination playing tricks on her because she was so happy that she was scared of losing it. One day, while she was going through some old files in the library looking for a book to read, she found a small box hidden behind a large cabinet. Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened it to see what was inside. There were no weapons or dangerous things there, but what she found made her stop breathing for a moment. It was an old photograph of Adrian when he was much younger, smiling happily with his arm around a very beautiful woman whose face was slightly faded but still recognizable. There was also a letter