Ghost Romance Novels & Stories

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

He asked softly, completely ignoring my resistance as I tried to lean away from his face which was only closing in more and more. “Don’t be so rude!” I heard another unfamiliar voice, before Raymond was ripped from my body and pushed away. I was only able to watch him stumble backwards because the next thing I knew, my hand was taken a hold off by another guy, who was now bending down on one knee before placing a soft kiss on the back of my palms, taking me by surprise as I blushed slightly. “Edward, pleasure to be in your service.” He introduced softly, parting his lips from my skin and I pulled away before taking a step back.

And instead of firing him on the spot, my cock had throbbed like it remembered exactly how tight he felt while I pumped him full with my cum. He’s dangerous. His guts plus the way he made me feel. Anger. Lust. And worse… curiosity, made him seem dangerous to me. That spark of life I’d buried after my father caught me with the neighbor’s son at sixteen and tortured me for months, with threats that if I ever loved a man or made it known openly, he’d destroy everything I hold dear was beginning to stir up. I became the Ghost and enjoyed the anonymous parties, escorts I paid well and never saw twice. Rough, no-strings breeding sessions where I stayed in complete control. No emotions. No repeats.

"If this is the end, let it be visceral. Let them find us in the ash. But don't make me a ghost, Dante. Don't leave me in the dark where I can’t feel you." Dante’s expression fractured, a raw, naked pain surfacing through the mask of the predator. He crushed his lips against hers, a kiss so explicit in its desperation that it felt like a physical wounding. He was claiming her one last time, an intimate love romance played out on the edge of a cliff.

“It’s strange, you know? Being near you again. Feels like I’m waiting for a punch that doesn’t come.” Ghost huffed a laugh, low and humorless. “You think I don’t feel the same?” Their eyes met again. Something electric shifted in the air, quiet but undeniable. The distance between them shrank until Ghost could see the reflection of firelight in Luca’s pupils, could feel his breath catch and hold. “Ghost…” Luca’s voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t,” Ghost warned not because he didn’t want it, but because he did. Too damn much. But Luca didn’t back down. He reached up, fingers brushing the scar along Ghost’s jaw, the one that never fully healed. “You used to hate this one,” he murmured.

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

A radiant smile spread across her face. "I'll take that as a compliment." She paused, reinforcing her grip on his wrist with her other hand, exerting herself to bring him down to her height. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his dusky, chiseled cheek and whispered, "I promise I'll come back. No one else will take you; you're mine. And if I die, I'll return as a ghost to marry you. So, you'd better hope I survive because having a ghostly Luna around isn't pleasant at all."

I said back even Gray had not issued his disapproval when I returned to kiss his lips as if here I was the one who took over, as if here I was the one who attacked Gray, I continued to play with Gray's lips making Gray finally come back replying to the kiss that I gave, I could feel how our heartbeats were beating fast and shouted at each other, our body temperature that was starting to heat up merged with the room temperature which made the silence feel even more burning our desire for each other. until finally Gray let go of the kiss he turned to the side of my face after that down to the crook of my neck he sucked on my scent so strong I don't know the scent What does Gray mean by the nam

I launch into the story telling her about what happened at training today and her jaw drops the longer I continue to explain. “Holy shit, that’s a lot to unpack. First, GHOST attacked Armani? I thought the Alpha wanted nothing to do with you.” “He doesn’t,” I whisper. “His wolf does.” I swallow roughly before admitting my biggest secret. “Ghost has been staying with me every night for the last two months.” She gasps, putting her hand on her chest dramatically. “What?! No way! And you’ve let him?!” “Yes,” I whisper, “He helps me at night. Ghost is different from Alpha Kade; he’s almost gentle with me. I know it can’t last, but is it wrong of me to want to keep it for as long as I possibly can

Cora was clearly aware that they felt nothing for each other, but there was this spark whenever they were making love, this feeling of not wanting to let go. 'why are you doing this Evans' Cora grunted as she could already feel her insides warming up,she badly wanted him inside if her, she missed that feeling. "I can already feel your burning hunger for me Cora" Evans said twirling the wine glass on his hands before sipping from it slowly. "I…I…shit" Cora head was totally messed up, these stupid twilight vampires, she had totally forgotten, each person from each family of the seven province were usually born with a gift.