Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

They cheered and danced , laughing like they had no pain, hurt, sorrow to bare for a while. One thing that Mrs. Robin thought about as she danced with their guests were her late kids. If only they were alive , if only Red had no scars, he was going to live a better life. She sighed.

And now i’m stuck with this arrogant cock. “Cold fish,” i thought bitterly, i squared my shoulders and walked away. Missing Nora like crazy. Maybe i have to use my toys tonight.

My surroundings turned blurry and the chitter-chatter of the photographers became muddled as my eyes fixated on the ghost before me. Okay, he wasn’t dead or a ghost, but he was a crucial part of my past life that I had buried 6 feet under. So, in a way, he was a ghost of my past and he was haunting me.

Every breath made the creamy mess shift and squelch softly, keeping her clit throbbing with guilty heat. Lyra’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, almost as if she feared letting go. Her voice cracked with raw emotion as the ghosts began to swirl and whisper around them. “Do you remember when we were seven?” she whispered, tears already falling. “Father brought us here for the first Ghostly Vigil. The spirits frightened me, so you held my hand and told me they were just lonely people who once loved too much. I crawled into Father’s lap afterward and asked him if he would ever marry again. He laughed and said his only love was protecting me and this manor. You and I promised right here

“I have good instincts.” “Maybe it really is just work.” She gives me a look. I exhale, leaning back slightly. “Fine. Maybe I just saw something I’d rather not have seen.” Her brows lift slightly. “That sounds more interesting.” “It’s not.” I glance at my drink. “Just… an old ghost.” Maya sips her wine, gaze thoughtful. “Not the type that haunts?” I consider that. “More like the kind that lingers.” She hums. “A past love?”

Evelyn The memories from my last two years haunted me like ghosts, coming uninvited in my dreams and waking hours. It often awakened me in the middle of the night, gasping for air, my sheets drenched in sweat. The faces of my former best friend, Carrie, and my ex-boyfriend, Eric, were etched in my mind; their cruel laughter echoed in my ears, their taunts still ringing in my ears.

Cold Paris air rushed in, hitting my face like a slap. I closed my eyes again. And there it was. A voice. Light. Soft. Familiar. A woman’s laugh carried across the gala earlier—but faint… very faint… almost swallowed by the crowd. I couldn’t even be sure I heard it right. But the boys’ laughter— It had the same warmth as hers. Same brightness. Same… everything I once held. Everything I ruined. My grip tightened on the glass railing. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I letting ghosts crawl back into my head?

Or I might just be hallucinating in fear. "Erm...errr....I, I just don't want to become a virgin ghost, that's all. Do you know how vengeful virgin ghosts are? They are like super scary and stuff and they can't stand lovers because they themselves died before doing the deed, you know. I just don't want to be as pitiful as them, not that I pity them or something like that. It's just super sad and I don't want to end up like them." Oh God I was babbling. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!

I asked. He looked at me. One blink. A breeze stirred the hem of my coat. I hadn’t loved anyone since her. I hadn’t even tried. Because how do you love again when your first love never ended? When she never died, only disappeared? When every time you try to forget, your soul still turns toward the place she left hollow? "Maybe ghosts don’t haunt houses," I whispered. "Maybe they haunt people." She never said goodbye. Never gave me the chance to explain.

My eyes snap to him, sharp and warning, but he just raises his hands slightly, still grinning. “I’m just saying,” he adds. “He’s not wrong,” Ghost murmurs with a shrug, his arms crossed as he leans back. “All the other old ladies had been here months before they were claimed. Slept with a few different guys. Red hasn’t.” “Could be she thinks she made the wrong call,” Glitch adds, eyes flicking toward me like he’s watching for cracks. “All it takes is talking to someone and feeling that instant connection.” “Okay, shut the fuck up,” I growl, the words rough and low. “If you lot keep going, I’ll ban every guy in this club from breathing near her.”