Ghost Story Club Novel Novels & Stories

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

was still echoing in my goddamn chest, soft and thunderous all at once. And then this. Gio wanted to unravel her. Piece by piece. He wasn’t coming with armies, he was coming with ghosts. With messages carved into flesh. He was reminding us that monsters don’t always knock. They just let themselves in. My phone buzzed. Another message. Another body. This one was worse.

he whispers. That thought terrifies me more than anything because I knew that Ghost has her scent now and no matter where she goes, he is willingly to follow her to the ends of the earth……fuck. I go back inside, fall onto the bed and open the book, tracing the first line with my thumb.

“Fair enough. You’re right. You’ve got every reason to distrust me. But the choice is yours, Alessia.” I rolled my eyes and let out a long, theatrical sigh. “Fine. But if you are planning on killing me, just know I’m going to haunt you. And I’m not talking about casual hauntings. I mean full-on, poltergeist-level annoyance. Think floating furniture, exploding lights, whispering your name in the shower kind of haunting.” His chuckle followed me as I finally stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The room was plain—no music, no crowd, just four walls, a table, two chairs, and that faint, musty smell of old paper and dust. It almost felt like we had stepped out of time, like this wasn’t

"I only know because that the god's light in the blood of my family is lost. My father said that and he didn't say anything more. I'm always curious about the reason for this story." Olivia started thinking about something, then she said: "I've read a book named "The god's light". That book mentioned the reason for changing blood. Mixing blood can create and destroy divine light." "Oh, You are so knowledgeable! I've even heard anything about that book. Where did you find that?" "In my grandfather's library." "Oh! Your grandfather? Who is he?" "hmm... He's just a normal person..." "You're lying! Your grandfather is not that normal, you're concealing the truth. Just... be honest with me, pleas

"She came on the back of a storm and left a curse in its wake. They say she walks the cliffs on a new moon, a ghost of salt and sorrow." He straightened up, his brief moment of generosity vanishing. "Now get out. Before we throw you out." It wasn't a lead; it was a ghost story. But it was a thread. I glanced at Cassius, but his expression was carved from stone. "Thank you," I said to the scarred man, leaving my beer untouched. I pulled the heavy door open, but a shift in the room made me look back. They were on their feet, a silent, menacing wall of bodies between us and the bar.

“Y-You’re supposed to be. . .” “Dead?” she smiled, pulling up a stool and sitting across from me, legs crossed like we were about to have coffee. “Yeah. That’s the story, isn’t it? The tragic, mysterious girl Roman forgot. The ghost from his past. But ghosts don’t stay buried when you touch what's theirs.” I stared at her, shaking. “Why are you doing this?” “Because Roman Sinclair doesn’t get to move on. Not after what he did.” I didn’t understand.

"You... You bitch. You bastard with no parents. A curse like you deserves to be beaten to death." Elowen’s words drove Mrs. Rothschild completely insane. She lost all reason and lunged forward to grab Elowen by the hair. But at that very moment, everyone present except Elowen shuddered. An icy chill crept up from the back of their necks and spread rapidly through their bodies. "Why do I suddenly feel so cold?" One of the servants looked around in fear. Hospitals were known to be places where many restless spirits lingered, and they could not help wondering if a ghost had just brushed past them.