Ghost Romantic Novels & Stories

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

I lightly chuckled while I ran my finger around the top of my glass. "Well, aside from me being a hopeless romantic, I have always enjoyed reading and watching supernatural romance. I always read books where a human and werewolf or some other supernatural being fall in love or found out that they were soulmates. I always found it cute and romantic and many times than once I found myself fantasying about basically being in their shoes. I mean, having someone that will love you forever and would never even once think to cheat on you, that's a dream come true." I softly explained with a dreamy smile on my lips.

“Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered. >> We like blood to run and we are vengeful. Even if it is something minimal, we stick to them until the end. It is not a romance, much less a healthy love, but it is what we are and we give. That's what fills us and that's why we can't do more. “Lake… “While others are waiting to receive flowers and chocolates, you are waiting for daring things. While others recoil from the violence or become paralyzed, you feel a great

Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul. Between bites, Roman reached across the table and gently caressed my hand. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, reminding me of the passion we shared beyond the confines of this meal. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of love.

I was not made of delicate glass. Ghost and the rest of the occupants at the compound seem to think otherwise. The trauma of transforming into a wolf still freaked me out, but being mated to Ghost was spiritually enchanting. Beyond the amazing sex, the connection we had was unreal. I had longed to be cared about so deeply. As far as predetermined mates went, I hit the lottery. Ghost was so thoughtful, kind, intelligent, and off-the-charts handsome. Every mannerism and movement was so sexy and confident that it drove me crazy. The insecure part of me wondered if our bond was more of a belief than true love. Would he tire of me like everyone else did? Was responsibility being misinterpreted as

Again. I was close. I writhed, panting, screaming. Ghost praised me, his thrust unrelenting, in the moment when our gazes met, we both knew this was not going to end tonight. It couldn’t be a one night stand. What we felt for one another, although not love, ran deeper than physical attraction. "You're doing so good, baby girl." Ghost fawned, intense gaze on mine, hands cradling my cheeks, thumbs stroking soothingly, flicking tears away.

Maya (voice shaking): “I love you too. I love the man you are. The man you’ve always been, even when you thought you were nothing but a ghost. You’re not just a shadow in this world anymore. You’re my everything.” Her tears slipped free, and before either of them thought twice, they leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss — slow, unhurried, tender. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that burned with passion or demanded proof. It was gentler, deeper — a kiss of gratitude. Of recognition. A kiss that said: I see you. I choose you. I will stand with you. When they pulled apart, Ghost rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed, breath uneven. Ghost (whispering): “You’ve given me back my life.”

I nodded, “Yes, unreal, as if he’s just being delusive. So no, I’m not a romance type of girl.” It was true, it’s just how I felt about it. I don’t like men that would shower me with gifts and surprises every second to ‘express their love’. It would mean nothing to me. But if once in a while, I believe that the time he’ll do something romantic, he would truly mean it. But every time? it’s a big no for me. Xander stared at me as if I was a strange alien that just got out of his spaceship and stopped toying with the glass as if my words were too surprising to him. It left him looking strangely at me.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

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.