Novel & Cerita Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re looking at her like that.” The air between them went razor-thin. For a heartbeat, Rhett thought Ghost might swing. Instead, the older man just shook his head. “You think I’ve got eyes on that girl?” Ghost’s voice was steady, low, but laced with something darker. “No, boy. What I see when I look at her is me. Forty years ago.” Rhett froze, breath caught in his chest. ________________ Ghost lowered himself into the chair Rhett had left empty, his movements deliberate. He leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, his gaze locked on the fire across the room.

he advised. Reluctantly, I returned to my seat. Tss! I really wanted to see her, to hug her, to caress everything about her. Moana Gomez is my girlfriend. Wrong! She's now my ex-girlfriend. She broke up with me last week just because of some rumor that I'm having an affair with a ghost! I don't even know where that came from. But that rumor ruined my life. "Ms. Magtalas. You're late again," the professor called out.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

“Angus, do it easily.” “I have to feel it.” Angus revealed, seriously fondling me. “It all belongs to me and only me. Until I am tired today, I won't leave you.” I was feeling the excitement, my nerves rising as a raised heap of sand. I was no longer in the world of worrying about the past, and Angus's turning over me made me feel he erasing my past, like he had promised to do, long ago But suddenly and unfortunately, as Angus was hitting around the sweetest part between my thighs and I was getting much more aroused, my ghost mother appeared standing right before me.

"When you are a ghost, you don't live in minutes or hours. You live in memories. And tonight, the memories are restless." "Show me," she whispered. "You always guide me through my dreams. Let me see yours. I want to understand why you always pull away when things get... real." I hesitated. My past was a graveyard. It was full of beautiful things that had turned to dust. I didn't want to drag her into the dark. But then I looked at her, and I saw the bridge between us. If I wanted her to trust me with her future, I had to trust her with my ghosts.

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

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.

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.

You still like doing sudden kisses, yet I love it. "What kind of song do you want me to pick though? Is there any requirements?" I took the pen and the notebook and placed it on my lap as I read the words written at the top in the middle. It says: dance with my ghost playlist. I have to admit. It triggered something inside me, especially the word ghost, but I chose to hold it and keep it to myself instead. I don't want to provoke another fight. I think I've already mentioned this to myself before and I have to keep it. "Well, preferably songs for a dead boyfriend."