Ghosts Kissing Novels & Stories

“But that scent and those words keep pulling me in. I stayed here all night because I could not leave you shaking like that. Every time you twitched in pain, I kept thinking if I let go, you might slip away completely.” We stayed like that for a long minute. My heart pounded so hard I wondered if he could hear it. His face was so close I could see the faint scar above his eyebrow and the way his dark hair fell messy across his forehead. I leaned in without thinking. Our lips almost touched. Heat rushed through me like wildfire. Then panic hit hard. I jerked back, scrambling away until my back hit the opposite wall. My chest heaved. “No. Do not do that. I am not your dead mate. You cannot kis

He unlocked the door but shut it. While under the shower, he ran through how it will all play out in his head. He won't allow that ghost to touch him again. Once he sets his eyes on her, he is so calling her name and let her be gone. If he can successfully free himself from this girl or ghost, he will give skirt-chasing a hard break. Lost in introspect, he was brought back to his living nightmare by a soft knock on the door. He kept quiet waiting to be sure it wasn't in his head. The knock came again, this time louder.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

Was she dead? All this explains why the bus didn't stop, people didn't reply to her when she waved. They couldn't see her, that was why she was found in the cemetery. Austin stared at her and took a step back, this revelation alone almost blew up his mind. She was with a Ghost? Why can he see a ghost? "Oh my God," he muttered with his voice shaking, he ran past his brother and went into his room. He locked his door quickly, trying to stop Tasha or his brother from getting in.

The only way he could feel with her around. "We haven't seen each other in two weeks," Camilla said in a whisper, coming closer to him. "I can't visit your apartment 'cause you won't give me your address. You refused to meet me in the hotels too…" "I wasn't in the mood." Ghost gruffed. She placed her hand on his chest, sizzling his anger. "I missed you." She mouthed, leaning in and kissing his lips. Ghost didn't budge. For a second there, he gave a chance to make him feel horny. To get his cock hard. To make him want her. But as seconds passed and nothing happened, he pushed her away.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Enchanted Evenings With Damon Phera POV: In that moment, suspended in time under the moonlit gazebo, the space between Damon and me vanished as our lips met in a kiss that was both a discovery and a confirmation. His lips were soft yet insistent, evoking a sizzle of passion that surged through me. The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.