Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

He joked. A watery laugh broke through my sobs. “Never. There’s no space left in my heart for anyone else. It’s all yours. Always.” “And I’ll make love to you every night,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Even as a ghost. I’ll do it right in front of him before I drag his soul to hell.” I wrinkled my nose, half-laughing, half-disturbed. “Ghost sex? Why are we even talking about me being a widow? And then having sex with your ghost?”

his online girlfriend to other men. "I keep seeing those disgusting posts online where men try to 'give away' their online girlfriends. Seriously sickening." "A girl trusted him enough to meet at a hotel for the first time, and the guy who made that post turned out to be an absolute monster." "Honestly, gold-diggers are pathetic, but heiresses usually aren't stupid either." "The real problem is that these disgusting men target innocent young girls. Men like this should honestly be chemically castrated." "Seriously, I don't know how Naomi tolerated him this long. The second I found out a guy had a homegirl like that, he'd be out of my life immediately. Everybody knows what those girls are rea

In the car, Skye's face was still flushed. I leaned closer. "Skye, why are you so red?" She shot me a soft glare, lips pursed, not speaking. My heart softened. I couldn't help but kiss her again. "Skye, I know how you feel. Be my girlfriend." Her lips parted slightly, and tears fell instantly. Skye's family might not be a match for mine, but she was still a wealthy heiress. Yet, she chose to work as my secretary all these years. I had always known.

“What happened?” “Grams was murdered last year. Mom’s latest boyfriend sexually assaulted me during one of my episodes. She caught him before it went too far, but somehow, it was my fault. I think she was tired of me depending on her.” “Where’s the guy?” Ghost was grinding his teeth as he spoke. I shrugged my shoulders, not even wanting to speculate that they were still together. “Are you safe?” “Not really. The guys who killed my grandmother took a shot at me.”

And the other, still holding onto his past while pretending to move forward, keeping one hand on his girlfriend and the other on his ex. Michelle chuckled. "Lizzie, don’t say that. I was young back then, that’s why I left Ryan to go abroad. "I’m just taking back what was mine, isn’t that fair?" My phone vibrated. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but the repeated digits at the end made it obvious who it was. I answered the call, looked at Michelle, and let out a cold laugh. "Sure, don’t worry. I wouldn’t stoop to fighting over someone’s leftovers, and I certainly wouldn’t lose sleep over it."

My eyes widened, and my nails dug into my palms. Gianna continued speaking slowly, "I believe Seb hasn't told you about us, but then again, if he had, the truth would have been exposed. "But I just find it very strange. Why hasn't your memory returned? Is it because you don't want it to, or is there some other reason? But none of this really matters now..." She hesitated briefly. "Ms. Sinclair, surely you haven't forgotten the face of the love of your life, right?"

My breathing came ragged, uneven, each thrust sending a jolt of sensation through me that only sharpened the ache she was digging into my chest. Her fingers slipped in the back of my hair, gripping hard as she leaned in, her forehead pressing against mine. Her moans mixed with my gasps, her lips brushing against my mouth. I was losing it, losing myself to her, to this. “Do you even know why Ghost exists?” she kissed my lips and I tried to kiss her back but she didn't let me, “He exists because it was easier to let him carry the weight of what she did to you. Ghost exists because Alessandro couldn't handle it. Ghost is anger, pain, hate, the things you weren’t allowed to feel. The things you

he added, starting to leave. "Wait a minute!" I called out, stopping him at the door. I shifted my gaze to the clock on the wall, watching the minute hand tick forward. When the minute hand hit ten, I unlocked my phone and found Lucas Zacker's Twitter account. Just like in my past life, he had posted a link to a music platform, accompanied by the caption: "My original solo track 'A Flicker in the Dark' awaits your listen." I clicked the link, and the familiar sound of the male vocals filled the room.

I didn’t want to remember him;the way his mouth felt on my skin or the way his touch lifted me to unimaginable heights. All the while, he crushed my heart like it was worthless, like I was worthless. A shuddering breath left my lips as I brought my glass of wine to them. This was the reason I always avoided thinking about him. It made me feel like shit. Reaching over to the side table for my laptop. I checked my emails. It was better than thinking about the bitter past. Only one email sat in the secured mailbox. To: The Ghost From: Don Good answer. I’d like to book the next six months of your exclusive services. Max three times per month, as initially agreed. Monthly retention two hundred th

Coughing, I wipe my face with a napkin. "No!" I leave no room for argument with my tone. "That last girl you set me up with was missing an eye, and was a grave keeper. She went on and on about how the dead get lonely when she doesn't work because nobody talks to them." I raise a brow, recalling the whole thing. It was creepy as shit. I didn't sleep a wink that night, and not because I was banging her, but because I swore to God there was a damn ghost in my house. Macy laughs.