Ghost Story: Love Destiny Novels & Stories

“You’re awful.” “I know.” The demon cackled and I rolled my eyes. “So what we’re you thinking about?” I washed my hand with a small smile, rubbing it on the sink towel before turning around and wrapping my hands around his neck. “I was thinking about us, how fate was so cruel and shit.” “Wow you cursed, that’s hot.” Crocell said and kissed me. “So what about it? So what if destiny denied our love story?” “Yeah, destiny denied our love story yet here we are.” I said. “We defied the odd.” I whispered in his ears.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

He slammed the door with a loud bang, leaving Stefen and Jasmine helpless… again. “Poor J… if only I had checked our phones-” “It’s not your fault,” Jasmine cut his words in between. “There was nothing we could have done, it’s the destiny that decides everything for us. Maybe it was written in their destiny to not have a happy ending with each other. Maybe… like Alice said, their happiness lies in different worlds and if they ARE each other's destiny, they WILL find a way back to each other."

Is that the female ghost she saw last night? However, she could not see the face to find out. She was too scared to move her head to take a look. So, she stood rooted and stared at the glass as her heart continued to pound loudly. The long-haired man tilted his head to the side as he aimed to kiss the nape of her wet neck. His high nose brushed against her jawline as he chuckled naughtily. "I have been waiting for you to say my name..." he said softly. He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss.

Dorian said to Jarvis and Jarvis quickly bows and says "Milady I am truly sorry for talking so arrogant to you yesterday. please do forgive my ridiculous behavior." Dorian hugs Jarvis and says to her "you have nothing to be sorry for. I wasn't being thoughtful. your sister just died I should have shown some sympathy. "I forgive you milady," Jarvis says with a weak smile. "I'm sorry to interrupt but what do we do with the body," Adrian asked. "I was thinking we go to a river to burn her so she can be clean from all the bad things of the world and reunite with The mother, the Goddess Celena.

The villa’s radio had turned on by itself. A voice whispered through the distortion: “Do you know what happens when ghosts fall in love with their killers?” I froze. Mateo’s voice. “They rewrite destiny.” The radio clicked off. Outside, the storm raged — heavy, endless. And I finally understood. This wasn’t a war of bodies anymore. It was a war for the soul of the system. A war where the enemy wore my face — and loved me enough to haunt me forever. Final Line: The Ghost Algorithm had chosen its host — and the war between love, code, and consequence had only just begun.

The ghost answered. "And how did you-? I mean what happened exactly?" Miranda interviewed. "He met me, we fell in love, and then I died while I was pregnant with our first child." The ghost listed off as if her life's story was a simple laundry list. "And how did you even live with him?" Miranda questioned, before sizing the ghost and realizing her words. "Sorry- I meant- well-" "I know what you meant." The ghost laughed then shook her head and shrugged. "We were destined to love each other, and we learned to do that." The ghost admitted.

I tried to shake Ghost’s hand; instead, he grabbed and kissed me. Our kiss turned into a make-out session pressed against his truck. His hands snaked over my body, tantalizing the flesh under my shirt. He buried his face in my neck, calming his excitement. “Esmerelda.” A whispered prayer echoed in my head in Ghost’s voice. Our hearts beat harmoniously so close together. My vision blurred, letting him rake his teeth over my neck. I wanted him so badly. All of him. My head spun, overwhelmed with emotion. I loved this man so much it began to scare me. Thoughts of my mother and father flooded in. She claimed she fell madly in love with him at first sight. They only spent a long weekend together,

He walked with an exceptional determination, though his pace was slow. We walked slowly through the fallen leaves, past the Italian-style fountain, and finally stopped in front of the small chapel deep within the estate. "Aurora, do you remember this place?" "I remember. The first day, you told me there was a female ghost trapped inside." "Yeah." Lorenzo stared at the carved wooden door. "That was my first love. Marco, that bastard, tortured her to death." An inexplicable heaviness settled in my heart. "What's this? Is my wife jealous?" Lorenzo turned his head, his eyes playful.