Ghost Story Club Novel Novels & Stories

The unbothered man just chuckled. "Princess, I will wait for that day" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you see me? (The love forbidden) Synopsis. If you are a fan of BL stories, then this book is definitely for you. A love story between two opposite worlds. The son of a Mafia Lord and a lone ghost. After his death, Earth becomes a lonely ghost. Until he meets a kid who can see him. Years later, they became best friends but... What would happen when Earth falls in love with his friend?.

"Said she’d do anything if we hid her." Ghost walked up to me. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off him. He didn't look impressed. He looked like I was a problem he was about to throw in the trash. "Anything?" Ghost asked. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my white silk dress, his eyes locking onto mine. "We don't do 'charity' here, . If you stay, you belong to the club. All of us. You understand?" I looked at the gate closing behind me. I looked at the five men now circling us like wolves.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

But the club still existed. In other words, that has to mean that there were ghost members, right? And so the punch line is that the ghost members are actual ghosts. And in the end, it would be a setup for a rom-com between me and a beautiful 'ghost' girl. "An occult research society!" I snap my fingers. "I said it was a club." "A--an occult research club!" "Wrong. Haaa...ghosts? What nonsense. There's no such thing." the way she says it isn't even slightly cute.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start. "Good grief! We're almost late!” Ria slapped her forehead followed by Loren who immediately looked at her cell phone and widened her eyes in shock. “You're right, Thomas had called me many times. Come on, I'll tell you the story another time." She got up and helped Ria tidy up some books. Ria immediately set aside one book and an article that she would borrow. For others she'll put back on its shelf. “There are lots of ghosts in this place. I can feel it…” Loren said while walking along the giant bookshelves with Ria.

Because if they didn’t… I’d paint the pavement with their blood. The bar was buzzing downstairs—music pounding, voices roaring, laughter that didn’t belong to anyone sober. Ghost leaned against the doorframe of my office. “You gonna tell me what’s up with the girl?” “No.” He grunted. “Club’s asking questions.” “They always do.” “She yours?” I looked up at him, slow and sharp. “She’s under my protection. That’s all anyone needs to know.” Ghost whistled low. “Shit, Reaper. That’s the closest thing to soft I’ve ever heard from you.”