Ghosts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The lies tasted like ash, but the truth would taste worse. Eventually, the crowd thinned, men drifting out to smoke or crash in their rooms. Grim stayed at the table, watching, silent and steady. Emily disappeared upstairs with Sierra and Kayla, her eyes still lingering on Rhett’s back until she was gone. And that was when Ghost moved. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stepped out from the shadows near the hall, pale eyes fixed on Rhett like he’d been waiting all night. “Come with me,” Ghost said simply.

“I am growing older each day. Will I leave this world without ever holding one? I have everything I need, but the cry of a baby is something nothing else can replace. With each day, my time is slipping away. You are a man, so you believe you can marry whenever you like. But I cannot wait forever. Even if you got a woman pregnant today, I would still have to wait nine months. And that wait has not even begun, because you have not chosen anyone.” “Who are you trying to pair me with now, Mum? The ghost you once told me about? The one who supposedly had an accident?” I asked with a trace of frustration. “Just listen to yourself, Ferdi. Since when do ghosts get into accidents?” she replied, her t

he whispers. That thought terrifies me more than anything because I knew that Ghost has her scent now and no matter where she goes, he is willingly to follow her to the ends of the earth……fuck. I go back inside, fall onto the bed and open the book, tracing the first line with my thumb.

“Why? Have you seen one?” Bianca swallowed, clutching the back of a chair as though it might anchor her. “Maybe I have.” His stare didn’t waver. For a long, suffocating moment, she thought he might rise, drag the truth from her by force. Instead, he smirked, thin, cruel, and unreadable. “Careful, Bianca. Ghosts here don’t rest. They haunt until they’re buried twice.” He left her with that, the door clicking shut, locking her inside with silence.

He stares at me. Then leans in. Not close enough to kiss. Just close enough to make it personal. “You feel familiar,” he says, voice low. “It bothers me.” I meet his eyes. Say nothing. He doesn’t pull back. “And it intrigues me.” Still silent. “Good night, Mr. Cross,” I say as I smile. Soft. Cold. And I walk away. Because that’s what ghosts do. They haunt. And then they vanish.

This is driving me crazy ~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~ “He literally called me a ghost” I complain to Dan

Riley placed her palms on that ghost's chest to push him away but the ghost won't even budge. "P...please ghost." She stammered. "Shhhh..." The ghost hushed her and she froze. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it would come out of her ribcage. The ghost was strong. So strong. She could feel his hot breath on her forehead. Her breath hitched when she felt the stubble of the ghost on her cheek. OH, GOD! Ghost was a male spirit! Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in a fist as she felt the warm lips of the ghost on her cheek.

He had diverted his wife's attention and still left her satisfied with him. Note > Pseudo-ghosts: Refers to the 2009 American film Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, whose plot revolves around Connor Mead (McConaughey), an insensitive womanizer who, on the eve of his brother's wedding, is visited by the "ghosts" of his ex-girlfriends.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm