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

"How come they didn't steal the jacket?" "Good question," Juliette rubbed his chin. ~~ "Killian, what are you gonna cover this time?" Damian asked. "I'm thinking of a song that I really like." "Which one?" "Middle Of The Night by Elley Duhé,” “I love that song," Damian grinned. Killian smiled and started singing. In the middle of the night In the middle of the night I’m wide awake Damian, who really loved that song, stood in front of him and joined him in his singing.

Then, as if the weight of his own actions hit him, he let go of his bitterness and calmed down. He propped himself up and stared at me. "Sarah, are you here to take me with you? I knew you wouldn't ever leave me. I'm sorry for everything I've done. It wasn't until the end that I realized I really do love you. "I can't even believe you're gone. Please tell me this isn't real, Sarah. You didn't really die, did you? Are you waiting for me somewhere on earth?" Watching his hopeful face, I smirked. My voice dripped with malice as I said, "Zachary, I'm dead. And you're the one who killed me.

"Then let me lose everything. Let me wander this earth like a ghost." "Of course, my love," I whispered, the coffee bitter on my tongue. "I'll hold you to that."

Dante asked. "Where is what?" "Your endgame. Your leverage. Whatever you've prepared that made you think you could survive this long." Ghost coughed. Blood sprayed across his chin. "I don't have an endgame," Ghost said. "I never did. I just wanted you to understand something." "What?"

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

“You want me? Fine. But she stays out of it. They all do.” Ghost tilted his head, voice calm and cruel. “Do you think I’ve waited all these years just for you? No, Cruz. I’ve waited for the moment I could take everything from you. Piece by piece. Until you finally break.” “That’s what this is about?” I whispered, horrified. “Breaking you?” Ghost laughed, the sound echoing. “Not just him. You too. I want you to watch as he crumbles. And then…” His finger shifted toward our daughter. “I’ll take her.”

I caught Set's eyes, and he gave me a firm nod and a thumbs up—just when The Ghost wasn't looking. So I kept speaking. "If I am there, I would not only act as an insider but grant anyone of our members free passage into the pack to create as much havoc, and all the while I would be acting as the perfect little mate for the Beta..." "Silence," the ghost says, and I go instantly silent. "I think I have heard enough. I like it. You go back in seven days; now leave," he says, and I bow before walking away. Set is about to walk along with me, but the ghost calls for him, and I walk back to my room - or rather 'My Space', without waiting for him. I only hope 'The Ghost' hasn't been passed any wron

I'm still your Holding on too tight Head up in the clouds Heaven only knows Where you are now How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

“What do you want, Ghost?” “Some fucking honesty!” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. I flinch slightly, frozen under his piercing gaze. “You’re honestly going to marry a woman, which means this—us—will always be hidden. A fucking secret.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “What you want, Ghost, I can’t give you,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Ghost’s face twists in frustration. “I want some honesty!” he repeats, his voice raw. “What I want is for you to refuse to get married—or at least fucking delay it!”

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.