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

I'd rather take this to my grave than have Collin know. I'm a tainted victim. My kisses are worthless. My touches are defiled. I am no longer human. I am murdered by the damned. I am a ghost. A ghost that walks through walls unnoticed. Ghosts are there but can't be hurt by the forces of this world. Forget eating, forget therapy, forget Italy, forget Collin... Forget...forget...forget...

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

"She's more grounded than you, and she won't cling like this. Her family's wealthy, too. She can give me everything I want. Can you?" She staggered back a step, disbelief etched on her face. "So… This is why you broke up with me…" I nodded, forcing myself not to wipe away her tears. I knew that if I softened, everything would crumble. I watched the light in her eyes fade, replaced by cold detachment. The same lips that once whispered love now spat out words that cut deeper than any knife. "Nathan, just go. I never want to see you again."

Like you actually mean it. For the first time in a long while, the heat building low in her stomach didn’t feel manufactured. It felt real. Dangerous. She sat back down, crossing her legs elegantly, and stared straight into the lens. “Was that slow enough for you, Ghost?” His reply came within seconds. Ghost: $10,000 more if you cancel whatever plans you had tonight and stay online with me instead.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

"You're the beginning, middle and end for me Jonina." I see the tears gather in her eyes and one drops and my brows furrow in confusion. "What?". She asks. "You're crying?". "Of course." She sniffs. "That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me." "You're a..." I let my voice trail off. "A ghost. I know." She smiles. "Well, I also wanted to tell you some things too." "Tell me." I test her by putting my arm around her waist and I'm shocked that I can hold her. "Tell me."

He locked himself in his room thereafter, effectively shutting out the world. The best way to forget someone was to start anew. Talia asked me to help Wayne move on. She promised that once it was done, she would give me a large sum, and I could leave. Out of gratitude and sympathy for a grieving mother, I agreed. After a chance encounter, I began to pursue Wayne. Eventually, under Talia's gentle pressure, he married me. People in our circle branded me as a lovesick fool who sacrificed dignity for affection. Others whispered that I was after the Miller family's fortune.

Luca froze beneath his touch. Ghost’s heart slammed against his ribs, loud enough he swore Luca could hear it. Luca’s breath hitched, warm against Ghost’s throat. For a moment, one dangerous, stupid moment the world shrank to the space between them. The past hovered there, unspoken. Ghost let go abruptly. “Sit. Down.” Luca obeyed quietly, cheeks flushed not from exhaustion this time. Ghost cleared his throat. “We’re calling it tonight.” Luca frowned. “We haven’t finished…”

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.