Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

he asked in heavily accented English. Grace smiled. "Of course. We used to be friends, but..." She let the sentence hang before suddenly changing the subject. "How's Chloe these days? Oh." She covered her mouth. "I forgot. She died a long time ago. I'm sorry." Her expression looked apologetic. Her eyes didn't. I tightened my grip on my champagne glass, barely holding back my anger. Grace kept going. "What brings you to Corvenia? Chasing love again? Selena, you've always been like that. You dive headfirst into love without thinking. Maybe you should open your eyes and make sure the guy actually wants you."

Then I hear it. “Aaaag….go deeper and harder…. I can feel you….argg…better.” The mistress again. To block it out, I log into the app. I see so many messages from Lin. But this one grabs me: “Hi floating boobs. I still look for you in the quiet nights. Your memory haunts me. My heart loves a ghost I can never touch. I love you from impossible distances. Every breath hurts because you are not here. Every lonely morning reminds me that no road leads back to the only woman my soul wants. I am hopeless. But I am hopelessly yours.”

"Ah… I can't take it… That new toy I just got should feel amazing, right?" It was the weekend. My girlfriend, Marissa Thomas, had gone out with a few of her college roommates. Before she left, she said her godmother wasn't feeling well that day and asked me to help keep an eye on her small convenience store. I'd just seen off a group of customers and was about to head to the storage room to move some drinks piled near the entrance when I heard those sounds. And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly.

Wanna come see? Madeline: You're too much… My hips are still sore from last time. Ryan: Didn't you like it? Who was the one begging for more last night? Or are you admitting I wore you out? Madeline: Never. Just you wait. I'll come back and drain you dry. More messages flooded the screen, filled with filth and plans for their next hookup. They had a date tonight at the Westin, in the presidential suite. She’d already ordered champagne and red roses.

He swallowed, carefully controlling the storm inside him, the faint catch in his throat barely audible to anyone who wasn’t listening as closely as I was. Another guest joined in, his tone sharp with mock curiosity. “Or perhaps karma — consequences of your past decisions, particularly regarding your ex-wife. Some say the ghosts of the humiliated never truly leave.” Laughter again.Ian did not flinch.He did not defend her.He did not deny. But his gaze never left me, silent — aching — trapped — as though he wanted to speak and yet knew the room would never believe the truth even if he screamed it. I shifted gently in my seat, crossing one leg over the other and brushing my hair aside with langu

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

“You've got one thing right, Phillipe. Time is short. And I plan to use every second to end you.” His laugh was low, broken. “End me? You think this is over?” He lifted his bandaged hand and tapped his temple. “You don’t even know who you’re fighting. N, the ghosts from your lover’s past, your own blood, everyone’s got a piece of your story. You just don’t know it yet.” I stepped closer until the scent of his cologne, sharp, burned my nose. “Then enlighten me.” He smirked. “Ask your mother. If you can find her.”

Silence. “My girlfriend—Stacy—she stuck around for a while,” I began again, after moistening my dry lips with my tongue. “I thought she believed in me. But two months ago, she broke up with me. I felt devastated. Then I realized—people don’t wait for ghosts. They move on. Quickly.” Serah’s gaze softened. “That sounds like a deep loss in a short time.”

By dawn, I had finally come to a painful realization—he no longer loved me. The memory ended abruptly as Patrick found himself drowning in past regrets. Jennifer’s voice suddenly broke the silence. "Patrick, what’s wrong? Were you thinking about Winnie just now?" A harmless smile hung on her lips, but a flicker of cunning flashed through her eyes. "Come to think of it, isn’t it strange? Even after all this, Winnie still hasn’t shown up. Using a child to play the victim—what a pathetic and cheap trick." Patrick stiffened, his mind suddenly recalling Lily’s earlier report that Nina had already fallen unconscious.

KARMA I practically skipped through the clubhouse towards the truck where we’d left Zodiac and Bull, with Ghost just behind me, a murderous expression on his face. It was safe to say we were both looking forward to kicking these two around a bit. As far as I saw it, the two of them threatened my best friend and my club. As far as Ghost saw it… well. It was the woman who he’s loved and who has loved him (even if neither of them wanted to admit it) since they were eighteen.