Novel & Cerita Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

I told myself I was going to hug him and possibly understand if he told me he didn’t want to see me again, but could I ever understand? His eyes had been so cold the last time we spoke, the way he looked at me as if I were nothing. As if I had stolen something precious from him. Gina. That name haunted me, echoing in the silence of my mind. I wasn’t her. I would never be her. She was dead, and I was a shadow, a ghost that haunted him in her place.

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

his online girlfriend to other men. "I keep seeing those disgusting posts online where men try to 'give away' their online girlfriends. Seriously sickening." "A girl trusted him enough to meet at a hotel for the first time, and the guy who made that post turned out to be an absolute monster." "Honestly, gold-diggers are pathetic, but heiresses usually aren't stupid either." "The real problem is that these disgusting men target innocent young girls. Men like this should honestly be chemically castrated." "Seriously, I don't know how Naomi tolerated him this long. The second I found out a guy had a homegirl like that, he'd be out of my life immediately. Everybody knows what those girls are rea

Grace didn't have the time for all these. "Are you interested or not?" she said sternly. This was a serious issue. "Of course, where are you? I'm coming over right now" he said excitedly. "There is a restaurant at the corner of East Gourge, five minutes" she said and would have dropped the call but was intercepted by another crackle on the phone. "I know that place. It's a great place but I don't just like the place. I've had a couple of dates there, seven precisely. None of it worked. They ended up badly" he said and sighed heavily.

she hedged for a few seconds, then resume in a more courteous tone “Because that mermaid after you could be an angry spiritual husband of a girl that is jealous, thinking you want to take his wife in this physical world. Some of these girls you see walking about are not really humans. Some of them are from the water and they already have husbands and children over there. They will come here to deceive young man and put them and their families in spiritual warfare they might never come out from…” Mother kept talking but I was no longer paying attention. I have heard those warming over and over again it has lost its value and forethought. Instead, I thought of Philomena, my love. It was now ov

I took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and by the time I came back out, I had five messages three from Alessandro and two from Ghost. Ignoring Alessandro's messages, I clicked on Ghost's. ╭───────────────╮ Me: Got plans tonight? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Oh, she remembers me. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Even if I was busy, you really think I'd turn you down, Red? ╰───────────────╯

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

Now, seeing her again just made my stomach turn. Before I could say a word, Faye stepped between us, sharp. "Who are you?" "I'm Sonia," she said, chin up. "Hedley's girlfriend." Faye glanced at me. "She's nobody," I said, voice flat. "Ignore her." Then to Sonia—cold, final. "We're done. Leave." "Hedley, I was wrong," she said, trembling soft. "I've spent five years thinking about you. Just give me one more chance. I'll fix everything."

Everything ran through me. Matteo trusted me with this territory. I wasn’t about to let Juan take a single inch. But the truth? Juan wasn’t the only thing keeping me up at night. Something else had been pulling at me. Someone. A ghost from my past. A woman I’d never stopped loving. A mistake I’d never forgiven myself for. And lately… she’d been everywhere. In my thoughts. In my dreams. In the way I hesitated before answering Matteo’s calls. In the way I kept my phone face‑down on my desk.