I'll Settle For The Ghost Of You Novels & Stories

My ego felt completely shattered. If I hadn't found out that night, I would have married him in two days without knowing another woman was pregnant with his child. I felt so wronged that he had carried out such an outrageous act and was somehow getting away with it. I suddenly had the urge for revenge. “What’s your real name?” I suddenly asked Ghost on our way back to the apartment. “Ghost, ma'am,” he replied curtly. “As in your birth name.” “I am sorry, ma'am, but I go by Ghost.”

"You think you know me so well, well guess what, you don't, You have no idea how I feel" "You're right, I have no idea how you feel, I just know the type of person you are" "Then you know, I'm not the type to cry over a man" "I know, and that's why it bothers me, so why are you crying" "I'm not crying, and I'm not answering any more of your questions, so just get out" "Fine" he said calmly and I tried to lay on my side as I hear his footsteps fade and he slaps the door shut. I can't control my sobs and the tears flowing down my face

And every ghost Hot Springs ever buried standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the living. I raise my right hand. The first Vinča symbol still hasn’t appeared on my skin, but tonight I don’t need it. Tonight I have something better. I have people. Celeste (voice calm, carrying across the ridge): “You want my face?” I smile, fangs out, bloodstone blazing like a second moon. Celeste: “Come take it.” The Hollow Choir charges. The valley answers. Coyotes in full war-form tear into the front line. Ghost tommy guns sing in perfect 1920s harmony.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

❤️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

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

Meanwhile, Cecily was visibly upset over the mere fact that Wendy, my ex, had shown up in front of me. Perhaps this was the difference when a person loved you. Snapping back out of my thoughts, I pulled Cecily into a hug and placed my hand over hers. "Don't be mad. You're about to be a bride. You'll get wrinkles more easily if you get upset. Don't you want to be a beautiful, blushing bride?" Cheeks turning red, Cecily pretended to snap in anger, "Are you saying I don't look beautiful?" I raised my hands and begged for mercy.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded