Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends Novels & Stories

As it would make them able to see through their personality, as well as the two people compatibility. However, he just found out that although he did make that innocent and rather silly promise, after so many years passed, he just barely knew her at the moment. She seemed just like a stranger to him, which also made him felt confused. So, he just guessed that everything needed time to recall that familiar feeling again. Lucas wouldn't lie that sometimes, he longed for that familiar feeling again. He knew how their childhood was like. Sofia was rather a quiet child when she was little, and right now it seemed that she still didn't talk much.

For over three years, there has never been a day I didn't go to La Dolce Vita to look for her. I searched for her over all social media but of course they were many Tricias, that didn't help. Arthur wasn't able to find anything either. I watch my ever bubbly, fun filled life turn sour. At some point, I thought about Dean's joke. What if I had slept with a ghost for real? It was that bad. Half, or perhaps the whole of my life was centered around this strange woman, and it drove me insane. But that ends now. I want the life I had before this chaos back, I need to get in the game, I need to stop chasing ghosts from my past.

By dawn, I had finally come to a painful realization—he no longer loved me. The memory ended abruptly as Patrick found himself drowning in past regrets. Jennifer’s voice suddenly broke the silence. "Patrick, what’s wrong? Were you thinking about Winnie just now?" A harmless smile hung on her lips, but a flicker of cunning flashed through her eyes. "Come to think of it, isn’t it strange? Even after all this, Winnie still hasn’t shown up. Using a child to play the victim—what a pathetic and cheap trick." Patrick stiffened, his mind suddenly recalling Lily’s earlier report that Nina had already fallen unconscious.

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."

I had seen it in Sarah’s shopping cart just a few days ago. I replied flatly, “I don’t want it.” She frowned immediately. “Why are you throwing a tantrum? You were the one who barged into the funeral and said I wasn’t his fiancée, making things awkward for him. Not only did he not hold it against you, but he even thought to bring you a gift. And this is how ungrateful you are?” The woman who once stood firmly by my side was long gone. Now, the person she treasured was someone else.

" As she spoke, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. My senior instinctively moved to help her, but when she caught sight of my expression, she stopped, made up an excuse, and quietly slipped away. Only the two of us remained backstage. I took a deep breath and looked at the woman I had once loved so deeply. Six years of feelings couldn't be faked. It wasn't something I could just abandon because I'd changed cities. I buried myself in work simply to keep from falling back into the vicious cycle of a failed relationship. And yet, Jenna refused to let me go. I forced down all my emotions and slowly regained my composure. "Jenna, people don't become bad overnight. I know we once l

He kisses me sweet and passionately and leaves his cock inside me till he eases away. "I love you Mandy",he says, kissing me passionately. I moan and climax before I can return the sentiment. This was the best experience I ever had but I know he loved fucking April and a small part of that will always haunt me. They were ten years into a relationship and I'm new to this. He loved her or so he said. I know she was executed but I still get flashbacks. I just hope with time that every time we fuck or make love I won't get flashes of them. I feel him kiss my head as he positions us to lay down.

My surroundings turned blurry and the chitter-chatter of the photographers became muddled as my eyes fixated on the ghost before me. Okay, he wasn’t dead or a ghost, but he was a crucial part of my past life that I had buried 6 feet under. So, in a way, he was a ghost of my past and he was haunting me.

I ask in return. “The question is, what im i!” He says this words to my face word by word and suddenly laughs out of nowhere making me question his sanity. “What are you?” I ask him again. “My name is Richard Ghirardelli but my friends used to call me Ghost” he finally says his name. “Wait, you have friends” I ask him smiling but his face suddenly changes. “I used to have friends, Tim,Sonny,Drue, Abek, Green Man, Web and many others, lots of friends” he says to me as he counts them, I could tell he almost shed a tear.