Ghosts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I turn and see a very uncomfortable looking Ghost. "Ghost, you don't have to eat it with me. I was just letting you know you don't have to stay three hundred yards away from me, I don't have a goddamn restraining order on you." I cross my arms irritated with the fact that everyone feels like they must keep their distance from me. Especially Chance. Ghost surprises me by throwing his head back with laughter. "Fuck darlin', I didn't mean to make you feel like you're the flu and I didn't want to catch you, I just didn't want your man up in my shit again about being around you."

The ghost said, but the answer was clear already. "Nancy, what a beautiful name." Melanie said. "Ah ha, I knew you were familiar, you're the enemies of Greenville Village." The ghost said, the girl rose her head, grabbing Autumn's shoulder and looked at her. "And you must be Autumn," sje started, an overflow of teats glowed out. Please you have to believe me, am not mad." She cried tugging on to Melanie's skirt. "Of course I believe you." Melanie said. "Alright but you two have no ghosts, am certain that every diviner has one at the least, so what happened to your ghost." The ghost asked, but the girls remained quiet.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

And I can't wake up to her scent covering me. 'Why? Do you think you’re going to actually start feeling something for the girl you continuously push away?' Ghost mocks me. 'I'm not going to feel anything for her. She's nothing to me. But the more time we spend with her, the more time her scent is under our skin, the harder it's going to be for you when she's is no longer needed. Just saving your heart.' I respond. He roars in my head and disappears to the back where I can't see him. I pull open my laptop and start looking through the latest finance report.

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

“How poetic.” “What do you want?” Her eyes flicked toward the pack house. “Only to warn you. They’re whispering again. Some say Zac’s spirit still lingers. That he’s… watching.” I felt the blood drain from my face. “Don’t start this.” “I’m not starting anything,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re the one pretending ghosts don’t follow you.” “There are no ghosts,” I said firmly. Her smirk deepened. “Maybe. But you and I both know some sins don’t die easy.”

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.