Ghosts Kissing Novels & Stories

As if not hearing our scream, several ' Ghosts ' appeared and started pulling us. While we were terrified, I caught sight of a couple who were kissing Passionately it was as if they didn't realize their surrounding. ' How can they be kissing this passionately in a Place like this? ' I thought. Though I was well aware that all this we were seeing was fake but still... I couldn't help it. By the time we came out of the haunted house, I noticed that all our faces were deadly pale. I think this took a toll on us. We headed to the refreshment store where we bought some chilled drinks to calm our nerves.

he said against my lips, thrilling me because he noticed I was finally wearing one… For him. I hummed deep in my throat. “I bet you’ll like what’s under it even more.” With a groan, he kissed me harder, and his hand crept down, seeking the hem of the skirt. Two feet away, the elevator doors opened onto the third floor. Ezra and I sprang apart, both of us winded and wiping our mouths as we turned to cringe guiltily at the man waiting to board. Hayden shook his head and let out a long, harassed sigh. “I should’ve known you two wouldn’t be able to stay away from each other.”

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Before she could lean away, he shifted his face closer to hers and their forehead touched. His lips came closer and her eyes beamed on realization. He soon claimed her lips and she smiled against it, the ravishing taste of her lips that he's missed so much coming back to his taste buds. Putting her arms around his neck, she reciprocated the kiss. ~~~ " What are you doing here?" Having had enough of the flashback, Westley pushed his chair back and shot up to his feet, his eyes on her. She's not alive is she? she's just a ghost write.

His breath hitched at my touch, a low groan escaping his lips as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from his own. In that moment, the world fell away, consumed by the intensity of our shared desire. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate collision of lips and tongues that left us both breathless and wanting more. It was a dance as old as time itself, a primal instinct that transcended rational thought and reason.

She stared at the man wide-eyed, and Lucas did the last thing she expected, sending her into a storm of more fear and dread. He leaned forward and sealed her lips. “Ah! What are they doing?” “Bah! Shameless couple. How dare you make out in the midst of ghosts?” “Tsk! Children nowadays!” “Ouch! My eyes!” As Lucas kissed her, Heidi shut her eyes in embarrassment, her cheeks heating up, her heartbeat palpable. “Let's get out of here.” “Even better. Call the cemetery's watchman to send them out.” However, the cemetery watchman never came.

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

And I'm sure as hell that she's going in for a kiss. And I'm right. I closed my eyes when she leaned closer to me, and I opened them when I heard loud coughs from my pals. "Ahoo! Ahem! Girls, are you two making out in front of us again?" Vidia jeered and glared sharply at me while her arms crossed on her chest. I shook my head, trying to deny what I could not, and I saw Emma and Kevin playfully rolling their eyes while taunting us. And the ghost showed them two middle fingers and stuck her tongue out.