Ghost Romance Novels & Stories

Franco is just a part of my past. He’s my ex-boyfriend. He also became my first boyfriend and no one followed him. Until I fling and just had no label on the others after Franco and I broke up. One of the reasons why I’m into ghosting men is because of what happened between us. I’m afraid it will happen again. The trauma I got from the separation of the two of us. We didn’t have a proper break up because he left without even letting me know. He did not inform me the day of his departure. He didn't talk to me before he left, he didn't even apologize or inform me that he didn't want to and we broke up.

But, it won't move the man's heart at all. “Felix, help me!” Luca cried at him. “This woman did something to my body and I can’t move my limbs!” Hecara burst into a peal of laughter. She had never enjoyed so much fun teasing an innocent soul like Luca before. Back where she lived, her life was super-duper boring. “Honey, let Felix witness our burning love," she said to the frantic Luca. "Come now and kiss my pretty lips.” She pulled his collar as she pouted her lips at him. But, she only kissed the air when Luca suddenly disappeared.

“A haunted winter garden.” “Exactly. Peak gothic romance.” His mouth twitched. “You have an interesting definition of romance.” > “Says the man whose idea of flirting is emotional repression.” That earned her a laugh — quiet, genuine, the kind he tried to hide behind a sigh. And for the first time since they’d become bound by heartbeat, the air between them didn’t hum with tension. It just… was. --- But something about the roses wouldn’t leave Mira alone. They pulsed faintly with light — soft blue, the same hue that had marked the curse.

His scarred hand slid up her side, stopped just under her breast. “I could break you.” “Maybe I want to be broken.” His mouth crashed down on hers — brutal, hot, claiming. She whimpered as his tongue shoved past her lips, as his hands grabbed her hips and lifted her like she weighed nothing. He laid her on the fur rug before the fire and stripped her bare. No ceremony. No sweetness. Just fists and tearing fabric. “You came here for a ghost,” he growled. “Now let me haunt you.” He dropped to his knees and spread her thighs.

I gawked. She held up a finger. “Listen. Mysterious man. Hot, rich, emotionally stunted. Seduces the curvy goddess of a woman, disappears without a word, but still feeds her like a pampered princess from afar. That’s not heartbreak, Adele. That’s foreplay.” Emily burst out laughing, nearly dropping her tablet. “God, Sarah, get help.” “I’m serious!” she cried, eyes wide. “That’s dark romance 101. This isn’t a breakup – it’s the prelude to the second act. He’s probably out hunting his enemies. Or buying a villa somewhere. Or murdering someone in her honor.”

Dolores felt exceptionally exhausted because of the enormous information roaming in her brain, the clash with the ghost, the book in the white room, made her fall into a deep slumber. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, When the female ghost wandered into Sadie's room, she saw that Sadie fell asleep leaning on Marcel's shoulder. Looking at the scene, the ghost was reminded of her time with her master, yes, she was a maid of the Laurent family called Gwen who fell in love with her master Andrew Laurent.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Dangerous. She was still thinking about it when the message arrived at 9:47 PM. Ghost: Private session. One hour. I want to see you in something new. Aria’s stomach flipped. She sat on the edge of her bed, heart already beating faster. Aria: What do you want me to wear? Ghost: Crimson lace teddy. Sheer. The one with the deep V in front and open back. No bra. No panties underneath. Hair down. Lights low. Be ready in fifteen minutes.

The three ghosts materialized fully beside her on the bed, gently stroking her hair, kissing her face, and cleaning her with tender touches. Elias kissed her forehead softly. “You were incredible, Harper.” Victor smiled. “Brave, beautiful, and filthy. Perfect.” Lucian nuzzled her neck. “Stay with us. Not just tonight. Every night.” Harper closed her eyes, exhausted but smiling. She had come to Thorne Manor to disprove ghosts. Instead, she had been claimed by them completely. And as the first light of dawn began creeping through the broken windows, Harper realized something with absolute certainty:

One hand stroked my pulsing nub, and his other snaked under my jaw, forcing me to submit. Ghost sank his teeth into my flesh as I climaxed, throwing him into his release. Our auras formed a tornado around us, keeping us upright. Pleasure fueled our continued union as the waves shook our core. Silent screams stole our breath while our hearts beat as one. Ghost slowly licked my wound while turning me towards him. His mouth latched onto mine, and we kissed into a frenzy. He pulled my leg over his hip, giving his erection access. This time, he entered slowly, feeling every pulse of my clenching walls.