Ghostface Couples Novels & Stories

The second phase for the game project was starting and Tynan couldn't afford to take any leave for his honeymoon after the unofficial wedding, not that Laura minded. In fact, the e-ghost seemed to already know that her time was approaching. As suddenly as she came into Tynan's life, she left.

Sandy shrugs while refilling the refreshments before going back to her seat beside Sean. Sean laughs like he remembers something hilarious. “Don’t look now, but they are the famous celebrity couple at the moment.” He cackles. “Do you want to take a selfie with Felisha and Gabrielle? Ow!” He finally shut up after I threw a cookie in his direction. “Are you guys really a couple?” Romeo muses. Xander and I look at each other before I scoff. “Do we look like we are in love?” I ask in a deadpan tone. “The people just assume that we are a couple. Hell, we are hardly even friends.”

he nods formally at me and taps Keenan's shoulder before leaving. Keenan leans closer to whispers, “You hear that? We've carried out our roles as actual couples, convincing people that this,” he flicks his finger between us, “is real.” Nah, that doesn’t remotely sound close to us right now. I do not know what the man Henry Gates saw, but we are a disaster, not a couple.

I squeezed on it tightly as I tried to steady my breath. Through the corner of my eyes I saw Grayson and Katrina exchanged a knowing gaze before turning to look at me. “They’ve been married for three years now. According to the news, Nora helped Fred get to where he is now. They are the absolute power couple. They’ve been trending online and I thought we should put that to good use” “Since they’ll be the first couple to visit, their popularity will help with the publicity of our show,” “No.” Grayson disagreed sharply. “Aren't there other couples?!”

The screen showed footage from Damon's birthday dinner. Camila and me on the couch, her tucked against my side, my arm around her shoulders. We looked exactly what we were: a couple in love. Natasha's caption: Family time with my favorite people. #blessed #Ashfords I scrolled. The following posts were from media outlets and it was one headline after another, each worse than the last. Lucien Hayes Caught Cheating With Ex-Girlfriend. Jessica Bloom's Engagement in Jeopardy?

Vesper POV I don’t move. My mind doesn’t race, it freezes. Like it can’t compute what it just heard. Married. He’s married. For over fucking decade. There's been no mention of it and no hesitation. He looked me in the eyes and called me his, made promises, demanded my loyalty, demanded I stay. And all this time… My fingers shake as I lower the phone and press it to my thigh. What the fuck are you hiding, Ghost?

Ghost fawned, intense gaze on mine, hands cradling my cheeks, thumbs stroking soothingly, flicking tears away. Ghost was close. I was close. His eyes said all his words couldn't. He wanted us experiencing the euphoric explosion of orgasm together. “We’ll do it together.” I urged. He nodded. Our lips joined and our bodies leaned into one another. "Good girl." Ghost jerked his hips. My bones wobbled, and he held me protectively. His head was thrown back, so was mine. My pussy quivered around his dick, and he hardened even more, ready to explode.

“Asshole.” He winks, looking completely unbothered. “That’s your asshole.” Groaning, I rub my face. “Don’t make me regret this.” His smirk only deepens. “Too late.” Ghost leans in, his lips barely grazing mine, his breath warm against my skin. “Five fucking days, and we’re married. Five days, and you’re mine. Five days, and you can’t run from me anymore.” I meet his gaze, my chest tightening. “I wasn’t about to run anyway,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

I didn’t flinch. “There won’t be a wedding,” he said. And just like that, silence cracked. He looked out into the sea of lenses and judgment and leaned in, slower this time. “Because I already have a wife.” A few audible gasps broke out. The reporters didn’t even try to hide it. “My wife’s name is Anna,” Jace continued, glancing back at me for the briefest second. Our eyes met. “We married quietly, a year ago. And yes, it’s her—the woman the media labeled a ghost. She’s real. She’s standing right here.”

he asked. Rhea turned to him, surprised by his gentle voice. “Not really. Why?” “That is great. We will go sightseeing later. It will be sunset soon. We will just drop off our things. Then tonight, we will have a movie marathon.” “Really?” Rhea asked excitedly and even grabbed both of his shoulders to shake him. She was not surprised that no honeymoon would happen, unlike real couples. From the start, their boundaries were clear. No real honeymoon and no intimacy. First, Lucas was gay. Second, the marriage was fake. Third, there was no love between them.