Ghost Romance Novels & Stories

She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.

Maverick I can’t sleep. I’m stretched out on my bed, staring at the ceiling like it has answers for me, but all it does is remind me of how close I came. If Lyra hadn’t barged in last night, if she’d taken even ten seconds longer to stick her nose where it didn’t belong, I would’ve had Malia. Not just a kiss, not just the kind of clumsy touch you can laugh off later, but the kind of moment you can’t ever undo. I know it. She knows it too, no matter how many walls she tries to throw up between us.

she whispered, her voice trembling. For the first time, he looked directly at her, meeting her gaze fully. “Scarlett…” he began, but his voice broke. She closed the distance between them and kissed him. This kiss was nothing like the first. There was no hesitation, no slow discovery. It was a collision. It was the culmination of a week of avoidance, of unspoken words and stifled longing. It was desperate and hungry, a silent admission that all their carefully reasoned parameters were meaningless.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Serenity Falls, witness to their journey, embraced the complexities of their romance, a timeless dance between vulnerability and resilience. In a climactic moment beneath the stars, as the river whispered its secrets and the town held its breath, Daniel and Lila confronted the ghosts of the past, laying bare their hearts in an expression of love that transcended pain. The healing power of their connection became a testament to the transformative nature of true love.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Listening to his words, a smile of relief touched my lips, and as I moved closer to him, he captured my lips, startling me. Our lips began to move mechanically. Jonathan kissing me twice tonight was something I never expected to happen. The kisses came as a surprise, as did his confession. I felt as if I were dreaming with my eyes open. He was kissing me so gently that I couldn't believe he was a vampire. I took hold of the collar of his shirt and gave him an equally loving and gentle kiss. We sucked each other's lips chastely, with all of our love pouring into the kiss. Our kiss was pure as our love, filled with immense love and no lust.

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

The angry stompy steps were usual for Laura, the pack's Luna, anytime she was about to yell and lash at me for something I did wrong. Just as expected, my door burst open, and she stepped in with that malice brimming in her eyes. She stood tall and elegant, smelling so nice and alluring. She was dressed in a gown of deep crimson, the rich fabric flowing elegantly around her as she moved, highlighting her slender figure and emphasizing on her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that.

I nodded, fight the urge to succumb to tge feel of his hands on my cheeks which sent sparks all over my body. "How am I supposed to feel better when I have a Lycan as my mate?" I replied, fighting the stupid mate bond that wanted me to go closer to him. I was surprised by my bravado, even as I kept staring at him. "Which Pack are you from? The one beyond the neutral ground?" He asked, getting closer. He was now too close for my comfort. "The Crescent Moon Pack" I responded, nodding as his scent got more and more intoxicating. I couldn't control it anymore. Soon after, our faces were closing in and in until his lips brushed against mine.