Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

She curled up on the cold floor, tears sliding silently down her face. She remembered the helpless, reluctant look in Nathan's eyes when he made her leave that night seven years ago. She finally understood his helplessness, his guilt, and just how foolish and selfish she had been. "Nathan… I'm sorry…" she whispered, her voice thick with remorse. "I was truly wrong…" But it was far too late. Nathan had already left this world, and Nellie had chosen to follow in silence. The setting sun streamed through the bars of her cell. Helena lifted her head, staring at the faint light as if she could see Nathan's gentle smile. She reached out, trying to touch the fleeting glow, but her fingers grasped a

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 ask, not able to stand the silence anymore. "I'm not sure, but the spell shouldn't have worked that way." "What way?" She looks up at me. "It's like it brought your past true loves to you. When it should've brought your current one, Lance." "Only it took a while to work on Lance, but first brought Kiarr and now this other ghost." I lean forward, placing my head in my hands. "What am I going to do?" "Okay, we'll figure it out." She rubs my back. "Give me a few days to consult textbooks and speak with the necromancer professors-"

"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."

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV *** *Ghosts That Never Rest* It was supposed to be a clean break. A fresh start. But ghosts didn’t care about fresh starts. I should have known the past would find me, should have known it would come wrapped in an all-too-familiar voice. “Aurora.” One word. My name. And suddenly, I was twenty-two again, reckless and in love with a man who had left scars I had never fully acknowledged.

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.

“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.”

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]

Nick complained, but the dark edge in his voice made me tremble. And slowly, their Boss closed his laptop, pushing it aside, and looked at me. And suddenly I was no longer twenty-three. The time was moving in reverse, taking me back seven years. I was seventeen once again, looking at the man for whom I fought with everyone, the man who went down on his knees to propose to me when we were still teenagers. The man who saw me growing up in front of his eyes. My childhood best friend. My first crush. My first love. My first-ever lover. My first heart-breaker.