Ghost Stories

He took a closer look at her face and it slowly formed in his mind; he knows her. Could this be the same girl he had sex with a few hours ago? His heart began pounding as every hair on his body instantly turned grey. But that’s not possible; spirits can’t have sex with those alive. Then how did it happen? Ghost town. Haunted love. Forbidden intimacy. Heaven was loosed. David was horny. Find out how their must sensual and electrifying experience culminated to a shattering end. Warning!!! - Contents strong sex scenes, strong language and is certain to scare and turn you on!

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Warning ? ? ? this books consist of different erotica short stories, they are not long stories, and also 18+ content ahead, if you're below 18 please refrain from reading You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”

Crystal, an orphan who has lived almost all her life Trying to please her wicked aunty and her husband. A day came when she came in contact with the ruthless billoniare Red but not in his normal state, she met him as a Ghost. What will happen next ? find out as you read more on FFHG.

For Mature Audiences 🔞 Explore a collection of compelling short stories that delve into intense emotions, forbidden desires, and raw human connections. Each tale pushes boundaries, offering a blend of intrigue and passion that captivates and fascinates.

Hwang Joonjae was a ruthless mafia don. Shrewd, calculative and manipulative, Joonjae was the most dangerous figure in the underworld. That is until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. Five years later, Joonjae returned to the country, only this time, he was not alone. Accompanying him was Lee Chaerin, a beautiful and mysterious girl, who went with him everywhere. Addressing her as his 'wife', Joonjae sets off to unveil a decade old mystery related to his family's death. The small setback is that only Joonjae can see or hear his 'wife'. Who is this mysterious Chaerin? Is she real or a fragment of his imagination? WARNING: THIS NOVEL WILL CONTAIN SOME SMUT. ALSO, DUE TO THE VIOLENT THEME OF THE NOVEL, THERE WILL BE A LOT OF DETAILED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO FL VIOLATION WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS NOVEL. Cover Credit: Fanart from Pinterest with slight modifications

Bata palang ay nakakakita na si Melody ng mga multo. Sinusubukan nya itong iwasan dahil 'yon ang sabi ng mama nya dahil nakikita nitong na bu-bully sya noon ng mga kaklase dahil sa pagiging weirdo. Pero kahit anong iwas nya ay wala, naiinis sya sa mga multo kaya hindi minsan ay hindi nito mapilang awayin at sigawan ang mga multong kinaiinisan nya at sanay na 'tong tawaging weirdo sa skwelahan nila. Lahat na yata ng studyante ay ayaw sakanya, bukod sa mahirap siya ay napalalapit din sya sa heartthrob ng school nila... Sa skwelahan na hindi sya bagay pero nakikibagay. Nakapasok lang naman sya sa school na 'yon dahil kaibigan ng mama nya ang may-ari non... Pero pano kung isang araw ay malaman nyang 'yon ang totoo nyang ama? May mam-bu-bully pa kaya sakanya? Ano nga bang magiging buhay nya kasama ang ama at ang mga multong nakapaligid sakanya? Makakahanap pa kaya sya ng lalaking tatanggapin ang pagka weirdo nya? Yong lalaking naniniwala sakanya...pero pano kung makatagpo sya ng lalaking hindi naniniwala sa multo? Tunghayan natin ang kwento ni Melody at pati ang mga multong laging nakasunod sakanya, tunghayan natin ang sari-sarili nilang kwento.

Elina Salim atau lebih di kenal sebagai Elina Vladimira Shaqueela Verischa Evrenera Roux biasa di panggil Eline yang mempunyai kemampuan unik yang membuat organisasi-organisasi gelap menginginkannya dan memanfaatkan kemampuan uniknya dan beruntung ada seseorang yang selalu melindunginya

My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.

I rented a house with a bloody history because it was cheap. On the first night after moving in, the faucet turned on by itself. I yelled into thin air, “Are you paying the water bill?!” The water instantly stopped flowing. I thought that was just the beginning of the ghost not bothering me. Unexpectedly, the next day, I saw a main course with two side dishes prepared on the dining table.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."