In Love With A Ghost Novels & Stories

That crazy, intense love he thought was real. Some ghosts don't stay in cellars. They live in your head. Forever. But I had Louis. I had Katie. I had our messy, broken, real family. And that was worth fighting for. We drove home. The city passed by outside the window. Normal people doing normal things. They had no idea what just happened. They had no idea about the ghost who loved me. And I hoped they never would.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

She had been strong hearted and had never loved, this once she tried loving someone, she fell into the wrong hands. She wondered how she was going to raise a child without a father, she should had never fallen for Kelvin, now he was married ,he wouldn't want her as well and no other man would either. Maria would be so disappointed and even blame her the more for not letting her know from the first day they became intimate. Lucy cried her eyes out as she walked away, Kelvin tried stopping her, but she left him with a hot slap. " You deciever, stay away from me!", she said.

Even through the ash. He took a step forward. She didn’t move. Another step. Their breaths tangled in the storm-chilled air. His hands hovered near her face, not touching, but close enough for her heart to stutter against her ribs. “Carson,” she whispered, eyes glossy, “I love you. Even when it was wrong. Even when the ghosts between us wouldn’t let me.” The way she said it shattered something in him. He gripped her jaw gently but firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. For a moment, the mansion disappeared. The fire. The lies. The storm. All of it. Only her warm, breakable, maddeningly real.

Whatever this is. But I didn’t kiss him. I won’t. I don’t know him. Not really. And the truth is, I’m not convinced he’s even real—not in the way I understand reality. There’s a slant to him, something just a little too exact. Like he was built from my thoughts. Or memories. And yet… he feels real. Real enough to leave an ache in my chest when he leaves a room. Real enough that I can still feel the ghost of his presence sitting beside me, long after he’s gone.

She smiled. “I should thank you. You taught me what it feels like to be fucked like a memory. To be owned by grief. To scream for a man who was never even looking at me.” Her voice thickened. “You used my pussy like a burial ground.” He snapped. Grabbed her wrist. She didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Her mouth brushed his. “Does it make you hard?” she whispered. “Knowing you fucked your dead lover’s ghost into me? Knowing you made me come on a cock that wasn’t even meant for me?”

I asked and she nodded. She sat up and looked at all of us. "I've realized that I can't burden you with this secret," she gave me a small smile and looked at Alex and then Hannah. "I can see ghosts," she whispered but the girls heard her, "they know I can see them and they've been asking me to invite them on this plane." "Love," Hannah soothed, rubbing her hand up and down Gina's back. "Why didn't you tell me?" "It terrifies me and I didn't want to bother you with this."

In the office, neither of them noticed my presence outside the door. I poured out the soup I had made for Shawn Felton and turned to leave. Shawn always kissed me carefully, so I had never seen him kiss so passionately. Only now did I realize that it was because he only showed that side of himself to someone else. I'd once believed that I could marry for love, but instead, reality dealt me a heavy blow. Disappointed, I wiped away my tears and took a cab back to the villa.

It's glaring that my bestie is all over this guy. The short period of time they've spent together was enough to make them fall in love with each other. It's just that their love is in disguise, portraying what they are not and what they don't want, which makes it harder for them to accept their true feelings for each other. Soon, I saw both of them heading inside the lodge, and I knew something hot was about to happen, especially the way Charles was staring at her like he was ready to devour her. I thought of a plan to stop them from entering the lodge even if Charlotte wouldn't be happy about it. I smiled to myself when I came up with a plan and I was about to stop them when Liam came to me

I close the distance between us, feeling the need rise up within me along with a surge of pure lust. Her lips claimed mine, igniting the fire I'd come to crave. But as the heat surged, her face faded, replaced by another — a thought, an image, uninvited but persistent. The stranger from the night before, good lord, not again! I couldn’t shake the pull, not even here. Vanessa's touch grounded me, but the stranger's shadow loomed larger. Who was she, and why couldn’t I shake the feeling that our story was far from over.