Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends Novels & Stories

“Me too. She's inviting us to her wedding and she sent extra for you in case you want to come with your boyfriend. She still thinks you are with Derek.” The last time I saw Samantha, I was still with my ex boyfriend, Derek. She never liked Derek and he also felt the same way about her too. Samantha is my second closest friend, but the friendship ended because I wanted to please my ex-boyfriend. He was scared her lifestyle would influence me and I would cheat on him. The vibration from my phone brought me back to the present, “ Mia, are you busy?” “No, I don't think I will be able to go.”

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.

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!”

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

I asked you a question earlier. My eyes narrowed at the screen. Ghost? What kind of name was that? This couldn't be a spam message, they'd mentioned Remi, my late best friend. It can only mean that this Ghost knows me or at least knew who Remi was. A shiver ran down my spine as I began typing Me: I'm not sure what you're talking about, what do you mean by I betrayed my late best friend and took what was hers? Who are you and what do you know about my late best friend?

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

she answered. A paused for a while and thought for a name. “I’ll call you Gugu.” “Does that mean–” she exclaimed appearing inside the cabinet. “Fuck!” I cursed slamming the cabinet’s door and reached for my chest. I glanced at her and I immediately walked backward seeing her face slipped through the door. It’s been years since the last time I befriended a ghost. After my last ghost-friend got reaped I decided to stay away from any ghost. “Sorry,” she apologized and passed through the cabinet’s door.

Beyond her toxic apple scent, I can smell several male wolf scents along with some bodily fluids I’d rather not think about. “Oh, shit.” Ghost whispers. “Does this mean our mate is going to hang you by the ceiling from your dick?” “What?” I freeze when I remember Lenora’s warning. I grabbed this woman to stop her fall. I sniff my shirt. I’m coated in her scent. “Fuck.” “We can still go on that date if that’s what’s hangin’ you up?” She tilts her head. “I won’t take your money and run.” “Well, you’re already a dead man walking. Might as well pay the nice lady.” Ghost shrugs. “Not going anywhere with her nasty ass, but if she saw where Minnie went, whatever.”