Ghost Romantic Novels & Stories

With a gulp, the little Angel scrambles back to the corner. Not aware of how amused I am, and that she had nothing to worry about from the second she walked in. “Thank you for ruining a romance classic, you doo-doo head. If I die, I’m haunting you for all eternity!” with a firm “GRRR” and a little clack, all is quiet as the men make their way to our position. “My love is gone again! Carried away by that leech of darkness!” The very thin and small ‘Jonathan’ proclaims.

“Your point?” “That we are relieved that you no longer talk about the guy and you’re falling in love with your husband, it’s only normal for an Omega to be attracted to an alpha, especially when they are this close, it’s no big deal,” Rue replied causally. Scarlet mouth hit the floor processing the other’s words. “F-fall in love? What are you talking about? Do you realize I haven’t seen this guy for more than a week now, I woke up one morning and he was gone, how could I possibly fall in love with a ghost, Love is the worse word to describe what I feel for that bastard!”

With a scratchy voice, Gianna said, “I told you not to read that mindless American drivel that calls itself a book. Watching someone sleep is not romantic. Next you’ll think you sparkle in the sun or something like that.” Giovanni gave an uneasy laugh. “I didn’t actually read Twilight, okay? And I only saw like half of the movie … and I kind of fell asleep before the end.” He shook his head. “Anyway, trust me, there’s nothing romantic here. I love you, Gia, but I’ve got my heart set on someone else.” “Oh?” Gianna inquired, groaning a little at she tried to sit up. Giovanni moved to help her immediately, careful of her chest. “My little brother’s in love?”

Rocco whispered to Darby, "I can't believe my life became an uncertain event of a fairytale... My best friend is a vampire and my girlfriend is a witch.""This is not a fairytale but reality," spoke the vampire hunk."I have this," Xandra spoke in hushed tones as she gestured towards the protection necklace.When Rocco and Katrina went away there were only two people...Darby and Alexandra."I won't hurt you, my love," he said, low in the voice as he sits next to her.His hand reached up to her hair, then to her cheeks and at last on her neck.He could feel the thumping of her veins and how miraculously the blood ran through those veins."You know you are one of those people I want to run away from

Rowan whispered. “It’s… more than that,” I said, not sure how much I should explain. “Vampires – we have nightmates. It’s like a soul mate, I guess – they’re your one perfect person. And you can sense it, but normally it’s another vampire, so you get down to business straight away. There’s no complication, no courting, no dating. There is nobody better for you out there, and there never will be.” “Wow,” she breathed, leaning both her elbows on the table. “That’s so romantic. And Skye is your – your nightmate?”

I don't know why I suddenly think of this right now but I don't care anymore! "W-We have a relationship! I love Ethan that's why I don't want him to marry another girl!" I turned my gaze to Ethan, he looked shocked but then he suddenly held my hand. "Y-Yeah, Heaven is right, mom! We love each other that's why I don't her to marry him! The girl I want to marry is Heaven!" "WHAT??" They were obviously shocked. "I thought you two are just friends..." "Best friend..." Ethan and I looked at each other and smiled. "It's just that we're thinking the same thing." He whispered.

Which meant, she hasn’t been marked by another. He heard some footsteps outside the door, and he rushed to the door to greet his old lover. As he opened the door, he realized it was just a random hotel guest. He scowled with disappointment, shutting the door. “That’s the third time you checked,” his wolf, Roman, growled. “She’s not coming.” Gavin was refusing to believe that though. He couldn’t get the feeling of her mouth out of his mind. The way her body responded to his; how wet she got when he touched her. It was obvious she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

The heat coming out from his body was much, enveloping me in its warmth and drawing me irresistibly closer. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, Romeo reached out to me, his hand trembling ever so slightly. His fingers, like feathers, grazed against my cheek, leaving a trail that sent a shocking sensation coursing down my spine. It was a touch that spoke volumes, an intimate connection that passed the limitations of mere words. Time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked, a profound understanding passing between us, unspoken but deeply felt.