Novel & Cerita Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends

I couldn’t believe we were casually talking about pasta now, and also using it to compare how much we liked each other. The way he acted like he was very much used to my shenanigans made me wonder how much of a relationship we must’ve had in the past. I closed my eyes briefly, wondering and trying to get my memories together but I just seemed to not be able to. The only thing I could remember was waking up in a large brown box with tons of people around who looked like they must’ve seen a ghost. Or… was I really a ghost? The thought of me being dead and all these people talking about my past life shook me to the core. I needed answers, but I wasn’t sure about who to ask first…

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.

Silence. “My girlfriend—Stacy—she stuck around for a while,” I began again, after moistening my dry lips with my tongue. “I thought she believed in me. But two months ago, she broke up with me. I felt devastated. Then I realized—people don’t wait for ghosts. They move on. Quickly.” Serah’s gaze softened. “That sounds like a deep loss in a short time.”

he explained and the pain in his voice was just weird. "he loves you as well, Chris, " I said and he chuckled. "no, no he doesn't, and all of that because he blames me for the death of his girlfriend, who he accused me of loving, " Chris said and I stared at him. "his girlfriend?" I asked and I think he realized what he said because he just stared at the ground, and I asked again "Chris what are you talking about?" "I shouldn't say, " he said and I stood up and started trying to calm myself down and said, "Chris, you know, they say, never piss off a pregnant woman and especially if she's a mafia princess, " and I think he started to think about it.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

"I have never told my familiars to hide things from me, and you're all aware of it too. Whatever you know, I must know of it as well." Gomi exhaled deeply and then, lowered its head to the same level as its master's head. "I merely shared a piece of your past love life with her," it revealed calmly. Hue squinted his eyes, astonished. "My past love life? When have I had one? I couldn't recall." To date, Hue had never cared about his past because they were only fuzzy memories that were not worth his time. All he cared about was to reunite with his destined partner, Jennet Lockhart, and aside from that, he paid no further attention.

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.

But she could not find any answer to that painful question. After sitting there and lamenting for a while, Gloria finally lay down on her bed. She kept her eyes open and picked up her phone. She scrolled through a hidden album that she treasured deeply. It was full of old photos from twelve to fifteen years ago, back when she was still dating Victor happily. Most of the pictures showed fun and sweet memories. They were like an addictive poison. She knew she could never go back to those old days when Victor still loved her truly. Yet, she could not stop loving those precious memories.

"That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife." Grace’s eyes widened in horror, a ghost? Her husband’s dead ex-lover was inside her body? Her fingers moved faster on her clit. Two fingers from her other hand pushed back inside her pussy. The wet sounds started again, she watched in the mirror as her own body fucked itself. Her hips rocked forward, chasing the pleasure. “You’re sick,” Grace gasped, even as her legs started shaking. "Maybe" Sabine said with a laugh. "But you’re soaking wet again. Your pussy loves this."