Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends Novels & Stories

"When you are a ghost, you don't live in minutes or hours. You live in memories. And tonight, the memories are restless." "Show me," she whispered. "You always guide me through my dreams. Let me see yours. I want to understand why you always pull away when things get... real." I hesitated. My past was a graveyard. It was full of beautiful things that had turned to dust. I didn't want to drag her into the dark. But then I looked at her, and I saw the bridge between us. If I wanted her to trust me with her future, I had to trust her with my ghosts.

My phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out and look at it just before walking into the compound. Ghost: Here. She's asleep. I push my phone back into my pocket without responding. I had left Abby with Ghost since I was needed at church. Ghost wouldn't be the only brother missing today. Ghost was one of our prospects but was patched in a year ago. He's got some demons stronger than mine, but he's made amends with them. The kill with bare hands type of amends.

The shadow was slowly taking shape of a person and I don’t have to second guess who it was. Sibel. The only word I thought I had forgotten long ago but it was only deep buried deep inside my heart, aching, scaring. The mist slowly started to gather again and we looked at the figure materializing in front of us. “Who is she?” Orpheus asked although he knows the answer. “She is the ghost of my past. The one I wish I had never had.” She turned back to the same girl I last saw her and my chest started hurting, my heart feel like it could explode any second.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

We already tasted Marirose’s virgin pussy—' “I don’t let anyone step on me. You know that.” 'Still... I can’t get the new girl out of my head,' Ghost said, his voice husky in the back of my mind. “It’s not happening,” I growled. 'Your heart was racing when you had her pinned against the wall. Your cock was aching—desperate to slide into her tight, wet heat—' “That was you, Ghost. Not me,” I snapped. I stared out the windshield in silence, lost in thoughts of the past. 'You’re thinking again…'

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

“You've got one thing right, Phillipe. Time is short. And I plan to use every second to end you.” His laugh was low, broken. “End me? You think this is over?” He lifted his bandaged hand and tapped his temple. “You don’t even know who you’re fighting. N, the ghosts from your lover’s past, your own blood, everyone’s got a piece of your story. You just don’t know it yet.” I stepped closer until the scent of his cologne, sharp, burned my nose. “Then enlighten me.” He smirked. “Ask your mother. If you can find her.”

Even though I barely know her, I have a talent for spotting no-shit-takers out of the crowd. This woman has an ass that doesn’t quit. Better yet, she has an ass. A magnificent one that looks like it hasn’t been spanked in a while. It's one thing for your past to come back into your life. Another entirely to bid millions of dollars to invite a ghost from that past back in.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

I asked slowly "I ended a contract with someone but she isn't wise enough to understand that" he said trying to calm himself " what do you mean contract and who do you mean she" I said not fully understanding him. "She's Nebula and she is somewhat my last girlfriend" he says with uncertainty in his voice, oh he has had lot of girlfriends, that made me hurt, he said he is mine and I feel like he is mine, I shouldn't be worried about his past , but knowing he has loved other ladies makes me feel bad