Ghost Of My Past Girlfriends Novels & Stories

“Who?” “Oh! Did I answer without explaining the situation? My bad.” Grace clicked her tongue. “Diana died last October. The person you've been dating for the past six months was actually her ghost. I freed her spirit recently.” “What the hell are you talking about?” the man snapped. “You crazy bitch, I saw her. Do you think I can't tell the difference between a dead woman and a living one? And if you don't stop this stupid joke, someone is going to get hurt.”

Like smoke and sandalwood and I allowed him take me in his arms. Allowed myself only a moment of reprieve as he spun me to the music. Because that was all I could take. Danica had served to remind me. I couldn't be calm, and happy and delusional. Not when I had a huge ghost from my past in form of the daughter I stole. No. I couldn't afford to fall for Atlas . I was done falling for men that would never truly belong to me.

he advised. Reluctantly, I returned to my seat. Tss! I really wanted to see her, to hug her, to caress everything about her. Moana Gomez is my girlfriend. Wrong! She's now my ex-girlfriend. She broke up with me last week just because of some rumor that I'm having an affair with a ghost! I don't even know where that came from. But that rumor ruined my life. "Ms. Magtalas. You're late again," the professor called out.

thing I’d felt in years. ​"You saved him," she whispered. ​"I saved you," I replied, my voice a hollow wreck. "I just... I realized I couldn't be the reason you cried anymore." ​She looked at me then, and for a fleeting second, the "Ghost" was gone. I saw the girl from the London ruins, the one who used to look at me like I was the sun. The rejection was still there—the scar was five years deep—but for the first time, it didn't feel like the end of the story.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

She was my past, my first girlfriend, and my first in everything. We had met in my senior year of college, burned bright for three reckless years, and then, just like that, she vanished. No warning, no explanation, no goodbye, just gone. And now she was back. I shook my head, setting the phone down. Tomorrow will be the last day I search for my mystery girl. Four years of chasing shadows was long enough. Maybe it was time to stop. I walked past Silver’s door, and it was left slightly open. I told myself not to look. But I did.

"Ah… I can't take it… That new toy I just got should feel amazing, right?" It was the weekend. My girlfriend, Marissa Thomas, had gone out with a few of her college roommates. Before she left, she said her godmother wasn't feeling well that day and asked me to help keep an eye on her small convenience store. I'd just seen off a group of customers and was about to head to the storage room to move some drinks piled near the entrance when I heard those sounds. And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly.

I looked around to see Tristan grab my medicine and the jelly before picking up the glass of water he had dropped and placing the empty glass on the table whistling Zara to follow after us as we exited the infirmary. "So bailey have you got anyone waiting for you to come back or are you by yourself?" Tristan's voice made me shiver as he stared intently at me before turning his head to look at some people passing by. "I-I’m by myself." I heaved out a breath as my vision blurred " the last group I was with um they uh died like a few days ago well I think they died. I was on a supply run and when I came back they had been attacked by a pack of those creatures and I um well I escaped and here I

But Deacons hand kept me anchored. My mind went slowly blank as I stopped in a dark room. a voice whispering in the dark corners kept me in place. "Hello?" I asked into the void, "Anyone there?" I asked, secretly hoping no one would whisper back to me. "Agapitos." A feminine voice rang back. It sounded so familiar but I couldn't quite place it. The room grew darker but smoke started to fill the floor. I shook with fear as the feminine voice came.closer repeating the same word. over and over again.

“ She never cried for me when Brianna and her were discussing instead she wanted me dead. Her phone began to ring and it was Brianna calling. “ Do you want to pick this call ? Patrick asks. “ Yes” she says and Patrick gives the phone to her. “Any news? She asks. “ No” she says . “ I will call them both” she says and Brianna hangs the call angrily and she stood up from the couch with a creased forehead. “ oh my God , my head is really hurting, I thought this foolish mother of I said she had everything in control and till now there is no sad news call from their honeymoon that the bride is dead , definitely she is enjoying the honeymoon with my husband, my ex husband, wait I life mistake that