Ghost Story: Love Destiny Novels & Stories

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

he asked in heavily accented English. Grace smiled. "Of course. We used to be friends, but..." She let the sentence hang before suddenly changing the subject. "How's Chloe these days? Oh." She covered her mouth. "I forgot. She died a long time ago. I'm sorry." Her expression looked apologetic. Her eyes didn't. I tightened my grip on my champagne glass, barely holding back my anger. Grace kept going. "What brings you to Corvenia? Chasing love again? Selena, you've always been like that. You dive headfirst into love without thinking. Maybe you should open your eyes and make sure the guy actually wants you."

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

“Your luck is that you didn’t take off your masks. This way, it will always be a fairy tale and he will always be your prince.” She sighs, looking with unseeing eyes. “OMG, did something happen? Did he harm you in any way?” I grab her elbow worried, and she distorts her face at me. “No, he is a nice guy. But you never know, destiny sometimes can be cruel.” “What aren’t you telling me?” She sighs again, closing her magazine on the counter. “We exchanged numbers at the party. I wrote him a cute text, but he is ghosting me. I even made a fool out of myself and texted him again. Even if I never do that.”

Victoria and Alexander, at the epicenter of this cosmic convergence, felt a profound connection to the threads of destiny that surrounded them. The denouement unveiled the success of the ritual as the celestial energy within the astral landscape intensified. Threads of destiny, aglow with Sterling Manor's ultimate purpose, converged towards a celestial portal that opened at the center of the altar. The whispers in the astral air, now a celestial symphony resonating through the core of Sterling Manor's destiny, spoke of the portal as a gateway to the very essence of the mansion's ultimate purpose.

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.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.