Ghost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

But strangely, when the ghosts saw me, they all froze. "On you…" a young man in a worn painter's smock said, staring at me in shock. "Is that Kael's aura?" "And little Lily's," said a ghost who looked like a sculptor. "And Pops's, too." The middle-aged man's face changed. "Impossible! Why would they accept a human?" I walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room and found a thick diary. I opened it to the first page and saw the words:

Chapter 9 — Ghosts in the Blood The door creaked open fully, and Jaxon stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. He didn’t have to ask—he could already feel it in the air. Something heavy clung to the room like soot after a fire. Fear. Confusion. Guilt.

I say, sitting next to my brother, and Wyatt nods, shrugging his shoulder. “I hope the guy didn’t stay alive to tell the tale,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. “He is alive, barely,” I say, shrugging it off. Ghost was extremely proud and happy because of the bets. Everything was against me, and he bet on me, so he won so much money he couldn’t even count it properly. “Can we talk about the reason we are all here on a Sunday evening?” I let out, and Wyatt nods. “I’ve got intel for you,” Wyatt says, passing me a folder. I frown as I see a picture of a man I have never seen before in my life. “Recognise the guy?” he asks, and I shake my head.

I questioned him with my one eyebrow rising. "No, wait, you are Xavier Hunter, only, but why are you talking like this?" He questioned and before I said something he immediately squealed, "I got the answer." "What is it?" I asked. "Your body is of Xavier Hunter but you are not him," he answered, making me wonder where I got him. "What the hell are you talking about?" I almost hit him but controlled myself and sipped on my beer lazily while waiting for his answer. "Yes, you are someone else..you are possessed by a ghost," he answered, and when he is saying those words his expression is like he is really watching the ghost in front of him. However, when I heard his answer I choked and then bur

The wetness, the pinkness, that’s all he could really see and what he could hear was the desperation embedded within every single one of her whimpers. She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. **** *** A/N// Xavier is cheating on me y'all...he...he😭😭he's going to do it with Celia. I've been crushing on him for so long and yet...! What an evil bastard...I hope he never cums!☹️ 😕

"I would have thought that you were trying to seduce me, Alpha Black." Alex's eyes shifted black, and I let go of his tie. Ghost must have grabbed control. "I'm not trying." Ghost's familiar, husky voice filled the air. "I want you, and only you! And I will certainly make sure to show you!" Alex closed his eyes, shaking his head, but when he opened his eyes, they were back to their pretty silver color. "Sorry about that," Alex said, nervously laughing. "Ghost is just overly excited to have you around me. He can't wait for us to mark you."

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.

I’m captivated by curiosity to know what Ghost is insinuating. “Um, yeah…okay, just give me a minute to get dressed. Wait out here and I’ll be right out.” I say to him in a slow manner. I close the door and lock it. I swiftly go to X’s bedroom. I pull out my shorts that I wore earlier sliding them up my legs. Although Ghost seems a lot nicer right now and almost seems caring, I trust him for nothing. I rip open X’s nightstand drawer and pull out his Glock .45, it’s loaded and safety on. I tuck the handgun in the back of my denim shorts. I rummage through X’s closet, pulling out his black hoodie to better conceal the gun behind me and zipping it up past my chest. I have an abs

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

"Most women, after being sold out by their own father, would have cried. Instead, you turned around and started negotiating percentages with a ghost." "That's because tears don't pay the bills." "See?" He smiled, his eyes growing deeper. "A woman like you. One second you're calculating profits, the next you're walking into a warehouse to record a confession for me." He pulled me sharply. I fell against him, one hand bracing on his chest, my nose almost touching his chin. He smelled faintly of cedar and whiskey. "Let's try this," he said, his voice low, a whisper against my ear. "You said it yourself. You have to test a ghost to know if you can trust him."