Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

I said as they left, looking like every bit of an ideal couple. I watched them go like the loser I was, the strength to continue my journey reducing, but I still pushed on, refusing to be stuck at home doing nothing. But the goddess must be out to get me today. Several feet after, my ears pricked, whispers reaching them. “Isn’t that Ryan?” I heard one ask, her voice not bearing any recognition in my head. “The whore?” Her friend asked, and I swallowed painfully. Even after months, I was still going to be haunted by this ghost, and the way I see it, it would be the same in death.

"I mean you looked like a guilty criminal when he walked in the door." "Now whose side are you on?" I shake my head. "Of course I feel guilty-I've made out with two freaking ghosts-both of whom are waiting for me in the graveyard. God, my life is such a freaking mess." "I think you're damn lucky." She leans an elbow back on my bed. "A hunky human boyfriend and two handsome ghosts who have the hots for you, one of which is a Viking, I used to drool over that show when it was on TV."

I want to forget the fucking world right now. “I didn’t like you touching Ghost.” He growls lowly as he breaks our kiss. He grabs a fist full of my hair to pull my head back, exposing my neck. “I didn’t like touching him. I feel dirty because of it.” I admit. I feel so nasty on the inside and the outside that I had to flirt with Ghost. Touching him made my skin crawl. I hated watching Ghost eye fuck me every ten minutes or so. I think that slimball would have had his tongue down my throat if he wasn't busy packing drugs. The second I sat down next to Ghost, I realized Zane was right. Ghost would drug me to rape me or worse. Ghost isn’t a good person. He’s the type of slimball that drugs wome

“Me too. She's inviting us to her wedding and she sent extra for you in case you want to come with your boyfriend. She still thinks you are with Derek.” The last time I saw Samantha, I was still with my ex boyfriend, Derek. She never liked Derek and he also felt the same way about her too. Samantha is my second closest friend, but the friendship ended because I wanted to please my ex-boyfriend. He was scared her lifestyle would influence me and I would cheat on him. The vibration from my phone brought me back to the present, “ Mia, are you busy?” “No, I don't think I will be able to go.”

"Everyone here entered private property without authorization, then assaulted the owner. That's trespassing and aggravated assault." "I'd recommend you all stay exactly where you are." The laughter and music were long gone. A few of the loudmouths from earlier glanced at each other and started inching toward the back of the couch. The blonde whispered to the person next to her. "Who the hell are these guys?" Hawaiian-shirt guy swallowed. He didn't have an answer. Vivienne pulled herself up using the coffee table, still trying to play it. "Who do you people think you are? My boyfriend runs Sinclair Group. You lay a hand on me, you're going to—"

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin. Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself. "Noah! What are you doing? Get out!" "Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?" "No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!" "So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace. She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.

He could hurt her or persuade her to get back with her. [ I won't deny it. I do miss you] I confessed. I could feel Gina's glances at me. She was smiling secretly. All of this was new to me. I couldn't believe texting someone would be so satisfying and delightful. It was witchcraft. She was a fucking enchantress. I was drawn to her. Zeyneb Carter made my heart beat wildly. [ Butterflies are swirling in my stomach. I would love to continue this. I need to finish this meeting]