In Love With A Ghost Novels & Stories

The portal opened like a sigh, He stepped into a garden overgrown with sorrow, The Archive didn’t look like a building. It looked like a heart cracked open, stone ribs arching into the sky, vines curling around monuments built to lovers who had never met, or never stayed. The scent of wilted roses and rusted promises filled the air, A ghost greeted him at the gates. She wore a wedding dress stitched from unsaid goodbyes. “You seek the fragment,” she said softly. “I seek my daughter.” The ghost wept soundlessly. “Then you must give me a love you swore would never fade.”

"It's not important how I make it this far. I am truly sorry for scaring you. I usually maintain my distance at night since the demon inside of me was more rampant at night. I will stay outside so I won't bother you. Please continue in your rest." The female ghost bowed at me and started to walk away. "Hold on!" The burned fingers that were holding the tent's zipper halted. She looked back at me. "May I ask what are you trying to do when you came to my bed? Are you perhaps...wanted to eat me?" If it was a normal romance novel, perhaps what I said could cause misunderstanding and a bit romantical. But I mean it literally. The female ghost lowered her head. "...You smell different than others.

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.

"Would this spell also affect you and the other ghosts?" "In theory, I don't think so, but this isn't good." He kneels in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. "I-I can't lose you. Not to this, not to your vampire ghost, not to anyone or anything. I may not have fangs or a sword, but I-I love you, Brene. I loved you in the past and I love you now and I will love you forever." Tears cloud my eyes. "I love you too." I throw my arms around him, kissing him and hugging him.

He chuckled and stroked my hair. “I loved Isabelle in a way one can hardly describe. She was my lover at one time, true, but that quickly faded as we both learned our attraction for each other was more that of a brother and sister than of a man and a woman… or in my case, a vampire and a witch.” He sighed heavily, “She was my best friend for centuries. Yes, I loved her, but I was not in love with her.” He took my face in his hands and looked me squarely in the face, “You, Jane. It is you who I love with all my heart. You are the one who coaxed the remnants of humanity from the depths of my hardened soul and brought it back to life. For centuries I lived a hollow being. Then, one night

“Please, I will be indebted to you. Please…… I instantly pressed my lips against hers, stopping her from talking. It wasn't a sweet, gentle kiss of comfort. It was a hungry, desperate kiss, laced with the faint taste of alcohol. It pulled something from me, a deep-seated ache I didn't know I possessed. Her lips parted on a sigh, and my tongue swept in, exploring, tasting her tears with her grief. It was primal, unthinking, but I was sure of one thing. I wanted her. My hands, which were on her cheek, moved up to rest on her hair, pulling her closer. Every ounce of my guilt, my emptiness, seemed to funnel into that kiss, a desperate plea for her.

Ever since the little twat was born her father's love doesn't ultimately belong to her anymore. Albert Donald has always loved Violet perhaps a little bit more than he does Linda why? Because Violet reminded him of her mother. His first love, he loved Violet's mother so much but the death of his wife saddened him greatly. He fell in love with Linda's mother three years after the death of his wife. Violet was just seven when he married Linda's mother and a year later Linda came along. This made Violet's hatred for Linda grow, she didn't just steal her dad but also her new mother's love. She loved Mrs Donald because she treated her like a daughter but Linda's existence just ruined everything.

Said the ghost. I was shocked. I didn't love Peter like that in real life but here I was marrying him. I saw the two projectiles kissing ever so passionately. "That can't be right, can it?" I wondered. The ghost eyed me for a while... "This is what was meant to be. I've always had a thing for you. I just tried very hard to hide it." He said. .Then all of a sudden, I became very dizzy and passed out. When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room. I looked at the watch on the wall and realised that a minute had only passed. The ghost looked at me with a grin.

That I was only here to give him heir. "Vampires cannot fall in love with humans." Tears started stinging in my eyes as I walk towards Alex. " It's Forbidden."

My gaze looked at the surroundings of the room, filled with chandeliers, a spacious area that my room definitely lacked, walls done with sparkling royal white paint. Hugo's aurora permeates throughout the room and grabs my attention, as he removes his blazer and eases closer to me, looking deep into my eyes. "The reason I married you was not because to save your dads business, it's because I've always wanted you from the first day I've set my sight on you" Spoke Hugo, in my ear with his voice below a whisper, as he gently caresses my earlobe, moving repeatedly across my neck, and gently holding my curvaceous hips with his wide arms.