Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

Everything ran through me. Matteo trusted me with this territory. I wasn’t about to let Juan take a single inch. But the truth? Juan wasn’t the only thing keeping me up at night. Something else had been pulling at me. Someone. A ghost from my past. A woman I’d never stopped loving. A mistake I’d never forgiven myself for. And lately… she’d been everywhere. In my thoughts. In my dreams. In the way I hesitated before answering Matteo’s calls. In the way I kept my phone face‑down on my desk.

She smiled. “I should thank you. You taught me what it feels like to be fucked like a memory. To be owned by grief. To scream for a man who was never even looking at me.” Her voice thickened. “You used my pussy like a burial ground.” He snapped. Grabbed her wrist. She didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Her mouth brushed his. “Does it make you hard?” she whispered. “Knowing you fucked your dead lover’s ghost into me? Knowing you made me come on a cock that wasn’t even meant for me?”

"And you are?" "Camilla Dante. Ghost's moll." "Moll?" Ciara repeated. It was a weird term. Never heard of it. "Girlfriend." Camilla rephrased. Girlfriend. Ciara let the word echo in her head. Ghost had a girlfriend. And a pretty and bitchy one at that. It shouldn't be surprising. The man might be one hell of a devil but he was undeniably sexy. Any woman would want him. Would 'literally' and 'obsessively' want him.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her. After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her. I agreed, even though I had a perfect score. However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good little ghost hunter. You’re so fucking wet for us.” Elias took her from behind next, holding her suspended in mid-air while he railed her. Victor and Lucian took turns using her mouth and playing with her clit and nipples. Harper was a moaning, drooling, overwhelmed mess. “You three are going to kill me,” she gasped during a brief moment when her mouth was free. “Death by ghost gangbang. That’s a new one for the obituary.” Elias laughed and thrust deeper. “We’ve been dead for over a hundred years, darling. We have a lot of pent-up energy. And you’re the first living woman brave enough to spend the night.”

" As she spoke, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. My senior instinctively moved to help her, but when she caught sight of my expression, she stopped, made up an excuse, and quietly slipped away. Only the two of us remained backstage. I took a deep breath and looked at the woman I had once loved so deeply. Six years of feelings couldn't be faked. It wasn't something I could just abandon because I'd changed cities. I buried myself in work simply to keep from falling back into the vicious cycle of a failed relationship. And yet, Jenna refused to let me go. I forced down all my emotions and slowly regained my composure. "Jenna, people don't become bad overnight. I know we once l

she gasped into the wife’s mouth, and he obeyed, pounding deeper, the bed creaking under them. Another ghost produced antique toys from thin air—pearl vibrators, glass dildos, silk ropes. They bound the second husband’s wrists to the bedpost and guided his wife to straddle his face. She lowered her pussy onto his mouth, moaning as he licked her. The ghosts pressed a vibrating pearl to Mira’s clit while the stranger fucked her, the buzz sending shocks through her core. She came hard, pussy squirting, soaking the sheets and the stranger’s thighs.

Meanwhile, Ria, who heard that, blushed even more. “Tsk… are you a ghost or what? I can't believe you didn't have a girlfriend back then. Tell me! How many girls did you date in the past?! you playboy ghost!” Ria suddenly threw a sofa cushion at him which of course went through his body. Kevin made a dramatic face. “What? How dare you accuse me! I'm just an old ghost stating facts and you accuse me of being a playboy for praising a beautiful woman? What kind of human are you…” He spoke as if it were a theater play.

But Deacons hand kept me anchored. My mind went slowly blank as I stopped in a dark room. a voice whispering in the dark corners kept me in place. "Hello?" I asked into the void, "Anyone there?" I asked, secretly hoping no one would whisper back to me. "Agapitos." A feminine voice rang back. It sounded so familiar but I couldn't quite place it. The room grew darker but smoke started to fill the floor. I shook with fear as the feminine voice came.closer repeating the same word. over and over again.