Ghosted Novels & Stories

Eight years married, and my wife? She asked for a divorce 99 times. I thought it was just her usual drama—testing me. Then I found out she'd been wiring half a million every year to some dude. Always with the same note: ILU. When she hit me with divorce number 100, I finally signed. I pulled my money out of her little passion project and ghosted—moved my company overseas, wiped my tracks clean. Now she's out there losing her mind, trying to find me.

He ruined me once. And now he’s back to finish the job—I can feel it. Else how do you explain this? The one man I should never see again is everywhere. In my head. In my bed when I close my eyes. In the wet dreams that leave me aching for the man who ghosted me after four years. That isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal. People run from danger. They run from pain. But me? It feels like I’m running straight toward it. Or worse—like it’s running toward me. Roman Ward. The bane of my existence. And God help me… the only man I can’t escape.

Bruce Styles has a thriving career as a field agent in the FBI, a list of women at his beck and call, and great family and friends. His life is perfect until he sets his sights on Margo St. John. After Bruce had ghosted Margo's best friend and stiffed her with an exuberate dinner bill last year, she wanted nothing to do with the playboy. Thinking that if she gives him what he wants he would go away, Margo agrees to go out on a date with him. After dinner – and a one night stand, Margo resumes her life. However, Bruce has other ideas. Margo has a strange effect on him and he can't let it – or her go. When she disappears after Christmas Day, Bruce exploits every resource to locate her. What he finds is more than he bargained for.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a sin. Every surrender... deeper than the last. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back. Desires of the Flesh — a seductive collection of hot, addictive, steamy tales where pleasure rules and restraint is forgotten. ️ Content Warning: [ Intense themes ahead. For mature minds only. Readers discretion is strongly advised.]

In the face of an arranged marriage with lycan, Selena decided to elope with her boyfriend, Ethan. However, on the night of elopement, she found her scumbag boyfriend had an affair with her stepsister! She changed her mind, and agreed to marry her arranged husband. Selena ghosted Ethan, who was awaiting her the whole night for elopement. Knowing Selena was to marry someone else, he was shocked, and felt regretful for his adultery with Elsa, Selena's step sister. Selena honored the agreement of marriage, and moved in lycan's pack as his fiancee. But quickly she found the lycan king was entangled with his first love, and what was worse: her to-be-husband's twin brother — Axel, that is the lycan king, was her fated mate! What will happen next? Will Axel be able to make his brother’s arranged bride his luna? Who will Selena choose especially when Ethan will stop at nothing to have her back?

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

Autumn I didn’t mean to tell my entire family that I’m dating my ex’s three older brothers…But to be fair, the lie wasn’t even my fault. When my ex asked if I’d be bringing a plus-one to his holiday wedding (to my sister, by the way–don’t even get me started about that). I lied. I probably should’ve been prepared for followup questions, but when my ex asked who I’m dating, I drew a complete blank. That’s when his three gorgeous older brothers spoke up… at the same time. Now my family thinks I’m dating all three of them, Elijah, Luke, and Benedict. To make things even more complicated, they don’t seem to get along at all, and I may have given my v-card to Elijah six years ago before he ghosted me after one night. My life is chaotic enough as it is, trying to keep my tiny bakery afloat during the Christmas rush. The last thing I need is all three brothers coming after me. This is all supposed to be fake… even if the tension between us feels alarmingly real.I already fell for one Montgomery brother and got my heart broken. What would happen if I dare to let myself fall for three?

After seven years together, Ruby Longley ghosted me the day before we were supposed to get our marriage license. I freaked. While tearing through the city looking for her, I got into a nightmare crash. That night, she finally texted: [Steven cut his wrist. He's really fragile right now. He can't deal with any drama. He needs me at the hospital.] [Let's push the wedding back three years. Don't contact me until then. Let him heal.] [Handle our parents. And don't upset Steven. Just tell them you're the one who got cold feet.] The ER nurse's eyes were red as she pressed my bloody finger to my phone and typed back for me. [The PATIENT is in critical condition. Please come to the HOSPITAL immediately.] A second later, my phone lit up again. Steven Buffrey. Ruby's childhood friend. The social feed showed a photo of two hands locked together, fingers making a heart. In the middle sat a bandage over one tiny scratch. Caption: [She said my life matters more than anything. Bro, quit faking sick and sulking.] Ruby's friends smashed the like button. They called it true love. Not one person said my name. Like tomorrow's marriage license appointment had nothing to do with me. I laughed, bitter and weightless, floating above the ER as my heart monitor flatlined.

CONTENT WARNING: This dark romance contains explicit sexual content (edging, power play, rough & possessive sex, public humiliation, obsession)...For 18+ readers only. HEA guaranteed, but the journey is filthy, twisted, and unapologetically sinful... “You think you can run from me, LittleSin?” Jax growls low against her throat, his fingers sliding slowly between her thighs, circling her clit with torturous precision. “Every moan you posted… every filthy promise you whispered to the camera… that was mine. Beg again. Louder this time. Let the whole city hear how soaked you get when I tie you up in sin.” He edges her mercilessly then stops with a wicked smile. “One woman was never enough… until you. Now you’re everything. And I’m going to prove it every single night with my actions, my fingers, my tongue and my cock, until you forget what it feels like to doubt me.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Raven Sinclair was raised to fear men, to crave the convent’s cold safety. But her secret rebellion as LittleSin drew the deadliest hunter: Jax Blackwood, the billionaire she once robbed and ghosted, now playing her “husband” in a dangerous game of fake amnesia and raw obsession. Trapped in his penthouse, every touch is punishment and promise. Betrayals explode, masks shatter, love proves more dangerous than any lie. When the world tries to shame her, Raven reclaims every inch of her desire and Jax proves, night after filthy night, that one woman is more than enough.~~

Five years ago, I was his life and I thought we would be the end game until Rosalin, his new assistant, seeped into our life. It began with urgent late night meetings. Our dinner conversations, once filled with shared secrets and soft laughter, were replaced by the rhythmic tapping of his thumbs against his phone. He stopped looking at me across the table, his gaze permanently fixed on the glowing screen as he replied to her "emergency" texts. When I’d walk into his office, the air would turn brittle. He’d stop talking mid-sentence, Rosalin leaning over his shoulder with a look that wasn't professional. But the breaking point was when he left me waiting for six hours on our anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday. “We got occupied with something, Victoria.” He said, “Rosaline has brought cake for you. It was her birthday as well.” Just then a notification came into my phone. It was Rosaline’s post. She had posted a picture minutes before entering the gala. She was sitting in a seven-star hotel, the one I asked Jayden to book for our Anniversary but he refused after saying it was full. She had been cutting her birthday cake surrounded by red candles’ flames and a pair of hands had cupped hers. Jayden’s hands. He had ghosted our Anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday! That was when I realised, I had no future with this man. I will disappear from his world, taking his child with me.