Novel & Cerita Ghost Romantic

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

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.

asked Desi. "Oh, if that's the case, I'll just go back first, Tante. I'll pick you up later." "Are you have an appointment, Dam?" asked Rhea. "Nope, Tan. I just want to go to the apartment to rest first," he replied honestly. Lintang is busy and cannot be found, even though in addition to seeing his aunt, Adam hopes to meet his lover soon to let go of the longing. "Just go eating first, Dam. Later, you can be moved to the guest room if you want to rest. I know, you must be tired of going back from out of town."

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

“Doves specifically. They flew into the window at full speed. You’re going to need someone to pick up the dead ones.” “Aphrodite did that?” I look at Sy in horror. “Because of a kiss?” “Oh, yeah.” Arrow stands next to Sy. “She has some messed up ways of letting you know she’s watching you.” “Yeah, but did you see how in LOVE Luna Kas and Alpha Bronx are?!” Hedone swoons. “It’s not even because they’re werewolves with that bond thingie. It’s just, like, genuine love. So romantic!”

Because of a debt owed to a ghost. We walked inside, locking the door behind us. Not just against the world outside, but against the ghosts within. Tonight, for the first time in forever, the lock felt less like a barricade and more like… sanctuary. The dark romance wasn't just our bond; it was the legacy we carried, the shadows we navigated. But tonight, the shadows felt a little less hungry. And the fragile peace we held felt, impossibly, real.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Public displays of affection hhhmmm I love them. Our dinner, as usual, is merely an excuse for us to be together in a quiet romantic setting. You see, it's not the food we seek here but the atmosphere. A quiet table near the back where we still can see the sunset but are afforded our own privacy for love. They know us here; after all, this is a weekly gesture for us.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.