Novel & Cerita Ghost Romantic

“My cock, body, heart, and soul are already yours. Beyond that, the Goddess already designed it that way. Even beyond the mate bond’s pull. You’re this dazzling flame, and I’m the moth drawn to you even if I get burned.” Oh, be still my heart. I have officially swooned, pressing my lips to Darren’s in a hot kiss. Fuck could this man be more perfect? I doubt it. Thank you, Goddess, for sending him to me. “Who knew my grumpy serious mate was a closet romantic too.” I teased. I snickered as his brow furrowed. “I’m all yours too, by the way. Now come on. Let’s get dressed and raid the kitchen for some breakfast. Too soon, the real world will require our attention.” I winked, getting off his lap

Mort put the ring on her finger and rose. "You are mine. To those bastards who dare touch you need to die." Under the vast universe, constellation of stars, and the moon, their gazes locked. He sealed the small space between them and lifted her hips. He kissed her with desire and passion. Tongues entangled and entwined, he savored her lips, his kiss is like cosmic and it feels magic. Her hands encircled his neck, Sumire kissed him back with equal fervor. Mort puts her into the lair of addiction to his touch, sexual obsession, and dark deeds. His dark romance with her ended up making out at the lighthouse before he took her back to the villa in a bridal style.

Jen approached madly to Loki while he gripped her arms as tightly and said. "Why do you come here just without my permission? Didn’t I told you never come to my birthday,?. “ and he added “ Let me be honest with you. The truth is... I never love you at the beginning. I just used you to replace her but let's end this. I don't want you anymore. I like women who have strong body, sweet, good -looking, a woman who can beautifully dressed and well-shaped body. While you are just dumb, simple girl, weak, quiet, and worthless. You're really shameful as my girlfriend. It's over now. Our relationship is just a joke."

he growled, his hands guiding her hips, his lips on her throat, her gasps echoing under the stars. Gianna’s body arched, her hands gripping his shoulders, her voice breathless. “Kai… you’re mine.” Their lovemaking was intense—a surge of love, her hips rocking, his hands steadying her, their rhythm a wildfire. Water splashed, her cries rose, their climax a shared ecstasy that left them trembling, entwined in the steam. Her lips found his, a tender kiss, their bodies slick, their love a flame in the night. Gianna’s voice was soft, teasing. “We’re defying decorum, Castellano.”

He groans as I kiss a slow path back up, teasing, savoring the way his body reacts to every movement. “Stop teasing,” he mutters, voice hoarse, hands gripping my arms, pulling me back up. I smirk against his lips. “Make me.” He does. Ghost moves fast, flipping us so I’m pinned beneath him, his body pressing into mine, heat radiating from every point of contact. His mouth is on me instantly, demanding, possessive, like he needs to claim every inch of me. His lips travel lower, tracing the sharp lines of my stomach, his fingers making quick work of the last pieces of clothing that hang between us. There’s no hesitation now, no second-guessing. Just raw need, the kind that’s been building for t

I pretend to frown as I let him in and pretend to be busy with the remote control on the other side of the room. I can hear the low murmur of their voices. Romero leans in, one hand braced lightly on the wall, his head bent toward hers. Gianna’s fingers curl into his sleeve, subtle but telling. Something he says makes her nod, forehead resting briefly against his chest. It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t need to be. Love, in this world, is often quiet and carefully guarded. When Romero leaves, Gianna watches the door for a moment longer than necessary. Then she turns back to me, a little more color in her cheeks.

“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

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Isabella. Since the first day I saw you. But I knew you weren’t the kind of girl I could just get easily. So, I became your friend, waiting for the right moment.” My heart raced in terror. “Isabella, no. I’ve never seen you like that,” I said, standing up quickly. He stood up too, blocking my path. “Come on, Isabella. It’s just one night. I’ll make sure it’s special for you.” “Stay away from me!” I cried, backing up against the wall, my hands shaking. “Isabella, don’t make this harder than it has to be. You need a job, and I can give it to you. Just one night, and it’s all yours.”

“I doubt it.” I laughed while Dante disappeared down the hallway muttering something about finding another job. Romano finally closed the file. “You know…” “Hm?” “I think Dante secretly likes you.” “He absolutely does.” “I meant because you’re impossible.” “I choose to believe it’s because I’m charming.” He said as he was cornering me on the couch while turning over before he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I’ll allow you to believe that.” I was blushing so hard. I didn’t tell him that sometimes I still woke from dreams I couldn’t explain.

Ghost POV She screams in frustration, kicking at the floor. “Ghost!” I laugh darkly, palming my cock, stroking it as I watch her writhe. “Beg me. Admit I own you. Admit this isn’t infatuation. Admit it’s fucking love.” “Never,” she gasps. “Then I’ll keep you here all night.”