Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

she answered. A paused for a while and thought for a name. “I’ll call you Gugu.” “Does that mean–” she exclaimed appearing inside the cabinet. “Fuck!” I cursed slamming the cabinet’s door and reached for my chest. I glanced at her and I immediately walked backward seeing her face slipped through the door. It’s been years since the last time I befriended a ghost. After my last ghost-friend got reaped I decided to stay away from any ghost. “Sorry,” she apologized and passed through the cabinet’s door.

Instead they watched Nancy and I…the discarded mate and the ex girlfriend. “Well,” I said finally after letting the silence stretch for a long time until it was a taut string ready to snap. “If it isn’t the ghost of Tristan’s past.” “And if it isn't the stray dog.” Nancy’s smile sharpened. “And here I thought you would be gone by now, but I suppose like the stray you are, you would be good at lingering where you are not wanted.” Her words hit the mark, but I refused to let it show, tilting my head as I stared at her.

“No, that’s not dirty enough. It’s also not that funny. Um, well, I’d like to come on your cock after.” “Christ.” I feel like someone just shot me in the ass. As in, get your ass going before your cock gets too happy in the pants, and we end up like last night—hugely disappointed. At least, I imagine she was. “Is that too dirty? Not dirty enough? No, that’s not funny. That’s what it isn’t. It’s not funny if it’s true. I…I don’t know. You haunt me. If we were ghosts, I’m sure our ghosts would want to find each other and have sexy ghost sex. It would be even more exciting because then we could do all these weird ghost positions in the air and do it while hovering through walls.” She grins. “Ah

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

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."

KARMA I practically skipped through the clubhouse towards the truck where we’d left Zodiac and Bull, with Ghost just behind me, a murderous expression on his face. It was safe to say we were both looking forward to kicking these two around a bit. As far as I saw it, the two of them threatened my best friend and my club. As far as Ghost saw it… well. It was the woman who he’s loved and who has loved him (even if neither of them wanted to admit it) since they were eighteen.

Maybe the most interesting thing I’ve heard other than my constant thoughts of a certain someone. “I once appreciated a lady.” he started, “A woman. I liked her. Loved maybe but…she left. She left and with no explanations whatsover. Next thing I know she’s getting married one week after ghosting me and now she’s with two kids that aren’t mine. Just out of the blue. Just…whatever.” “Awww…so you are heartbroken.” Cleo chuckled lightly, sipping her drink. “You loved her and yet she dumped you.” “More like used me.” he retorted, drowning his glass. His friend chuckling. “Women are such betrayers. No need to bother with them really.”

I just solved a ghost problem. I jumped out of bed, half-dancing, half-flailing, looking like a drunk penguin ... But I didn’t care. I had done it. After weeks of sleepless nights, awkward spectral encounters, and sexual frustration worthy of medical diagnosis, I had finally found a breakthrough. “Yesterday, you vanished with your new ghost buddy, and I gave up,” I said aloud, pacing the room like a maniac. “But look at me now, Echo! I am back in the game!”

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?