Novel & Cerita Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past

“Y-You’re supposed to be. . .” “Dead?” she smiled, pulling up a stool and sitting across from me, legs crossed like we were about to have coffee. “Yeah. That’s the story, isn’t it? The tragic, mysterious girl Roman forgot. The ghost from his past. But ghosts don’t stay buried when you touch what's theirs.” I stared at her, shaking. “Why are you doing this?” “Because Roman Sinclair doesn’t get to move on. Not after what he did.” I didn’t understand.

Now, seeing her again just made my stomach turn. Before I could say a word, Faye stepped between us, sharp. "Who are you?" "I'm Sonia," she said, chin up. "Hedley's girlfriend." Faye glanced at me. "She's nobody," I said, voice flat. "Ignore her." Then to Sonia—cold, final. "We're done. Leave." "Hedley, I was wrong," she said, trembling soft. "I've spent five years thinking about you. Just give me one more chance. I'll fix everything."

“Then that means you saw a ghost. Oh my, you must be so scared “I didn't see any ghosts. Let's just leave. I can't stay here for another minute.” “I hope you don't. Ghosts are popular In horror movies. Sometimes, they look handsome. I don't want you to fall in love with a ghost,” Giana joked, causing them both to laugh out loud. She did see a ghost. The only difference was that the ghost she saw was from her past and he was handsome too. Handsome was an understatement. The ghost she saw was more than handsome to her. He was gorgeous. Bree ignored the reporters who tried to hear what she had to say about the burning building. She made her way past the crowd with Giana beside her.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Lionel Alan knew that keeping her would only cause more pain for both of them, so he still insisted on letting her go. “Vivian Letitia, after this you will no longer be my girlfriend. But you will forever be the one I love the most, I'm going to be late. You should go back first…”

him slowly hissing as she sinks down onto him earing a deep sigh from them both. He lifts his hand and touches her faces God baby I have missed you so much. oh really like you didn't do this with anyone. No not one just been waiting to be able to come back to you. what about you he ask as he kisses her neck. well I ahhh he stops and looks at her you uh what. who who do I have to kill for touching what's mine. you promised when I left you wait for me. Well you didn't say you be gone 7 years a mean a woman has needs. A woman what about me my hand has been my best friend every night waiting to come back to you and you went a fucked what some Bata or something. Hey now I didn't say that you did

she hedged for a few seconds, then resume in a more courteous tone “Because that mermaid after you could be an angry spiritual husband of a girl that is jealous, thinking you want to take his wife in this physical world. Some of these girls you see walking about are not really humans. Some of them are from the water and they already have husbands and children over there. They will come here to deceive young man and put them and their families in spiritual warfare they might never come out from…” Mother kept talking but I was no longer paying attention. I have heard those warming over and over again it has lost its value and forethought. Instead, I thought of Philomena, my love. It was now ov

the leader continued narrating the way it seemed his memories were coming back gradually. "Raymond?" Mr. Cypher asked after going back in thought for few seconds. "Yes sir. You are very right sir" the leader nodded. He seemed thrilled by Mr. Cypher accuracy. "So Raymond knocked the three of you out?" he asked calmly with a cool voice. He wanted them to feel free and spill what really happened. "A girl was with him. She is a ghost or I don't know what to call her. I have never seen something like that before" the leader seemed afraid of what Mr. Cypher reaction would be.

I need to push on they need the medicine. You’re not going to make it, the fever will kill all those effected all because you weren’t quick enough. That’s why they abandoned you the first time, isn’t it? You weren’t quick enough, It’s all your fault they left you. My subconscious speaks like I am a five year old in need of a scolding. My uneven breathing grows harsh as my throat closes up with memories rushing back from my subconscious’ taunting. My fingers automatically go to the left side of my forehead to trace the ridge of the scar to its end just below my right eye.

❤️THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ . . ❤TWO GHOSTS* SONG BY* HARRY STYLES ❤ . . ❤️Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more tattoos But it's not you and it's not me Tastes so sweet looks so real Sounds like something that I used to feel But I can't touch what I see We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

“I’m guessing he found some random whore to screw. That’d explain it.” My eyes widen at her words. “Don’t say shit like that.” Even his sister talks about him with disgust. Her head tilts. “What? It’s the truth. Do you have any idea how many used condoms the cleaners find in his office at the club?” She laughs, but something about her tone makes my stomach churn. Jealousy? I don’t even know why I feel it, but it’s there. “I’d rather not talk about Ghost and his habits, especially not with you—his little sister.” Grabbing my phone, I check for a reply from Ghost. Nothing. What the hell is he up to now?