Ghosts Kissing Novels & Stories

He lowers his lips to mine so softly, it's like a whisper and sparks of heat and desire curl through my body, making me forget that he's not alive, that I shouldn't be doing this, everything except the feel of his lips on mine. I twine my fingers into his dark hair, a moan escaping from my mouth as our kiss turns hungrier. Gone is the restraint for both of us. I cling to him; my hands move to his shoulders trying to bring him closer to me. I don't care that he is a ghost. That some might say this is unnatural or not right. It feels more right than anything ever in my life. Except kissing Kiarr. But right now, I need Ben. More of him. All that I can get of him.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

In that position they breathed in each and every breath, which gave them an unusual inclination. "Much obliged to you. " Arosh expressed delicately as she gazed at Harry. Harry and Arosh took a gander at one another and Harry took a gander at her lips and Harry out of nowhere kissed her on the lips. She didn't expect that kiss of Harry, it was more grounded contrasted with the kiss they had before. She watched Harry shut his eyes as he kissed her enthusiastically, she additionally shut her eyes briefly with Harry's sweet kisses on her.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

“I can’t.” Her tears finally fell. “You always do this, half truths and shadows. Do you even know what it’s like to love a ghost?” He reached for her hand, squeezing it like it was the only thing anchoring him. “I never wanted to be your ghost.” For a long time, they just stood there, breathing each other in. Outside, the storm roared, but inside, the silence felt louder. When he kissed her again, it was slower. Sadder. It felt like goodbye.

no, Charlotte. I swallow. “Right,” I add quickly. “It was not planned.” One truth in a sea of lies would wash out souls clean, right? “Clearly,” the host laughs, “that kind of tension can’t be faked.” Tension……oh, you haven’t had the slightest clue. “Alright,” she leans forward, knowing her voice conspiratorially, “one word, both of you……describe that kiss.”

"You look like a ghost again." "I feel like one." "You aren't a ghost," Spadino says fiercely. He grabs my hand, pressing it to his chest. I feel his heart hammering against his ribs—fast, chaotic, alive. "Ghosts don't throw up. Ghosts don't bleed. You are real." He kisses my knuckles. Then he kisses my palm. Then he presses his mouth to the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse. "Real," he whispers against my skin.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

He gripped Barbara’s shoulders and tilted his head, bringing his lips closer to hers. “You think you can kiss her? Think again!” Joe used a powerful telekinetic shove from a distance, sending the man flying back onto the grass. "Ghost! There's a ghost, Barbara!” the man screamed, scrambling to his feet and bolting in terror, leaving Barbara behind. Joe burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quiet park until it reached Barbara’s ears. "Are you finished ruining my date, Joe?" Barbara asked, turning toward the shadows where the vampire was hiding.

the young woman asked. "Ghosts, Love." "Are you telling me that ghosts exist?" whispered Bianca. "I'm a fucking werewolf, Love. Why shouldn't those motherfuckers exist?" snarled Black. _ Those motherfuckers need to die... shit, they're already dead! How do you kill a fucking ghost?" whined Maska, putting his paws over his eyes.