In Love With A Ghost Novels & Stories

When he finally replaces his fingers with his mouth, I nearly sob. The men around me move like they’ve rehearsed this—not the motions, but the meaning. The rhythm of what it means to worship someone not out of duty or ownership, but love. The real kind. The messy, painful, irreplaceable kind. Gavin rises to kiss me again while Harrison makes me tremble on his tongue, and just as I crest into a climax, they switch it up again. Jack slides his hands beneath me as Harrison fingers me to the finish line. When I fall apart, I fall into all of them.

she said and look at him " I would like to meet her" **" I don't have a girlfriend Ema" " You do, i don't know her name but I she loves you I saw the way she looks at you, " " And I don't fucking love her " Dave said and Cristina sighs, " are you going to use her like you always do to the others " she said a bit hurt, he always does this to other girls and she hates it, she doesn't understand why he keeping getting involved with people he doesn't love, just to hurt them at the end

Only then did Leo slightly relax his brows and ask in a deep voice, “What of the video posted? What's going on? “I'm not sure. The scene was a bit chaotic at the time and I didn't get a good look, but from the voice, it seemed like it was Amelia.” “Leo, do you think Amelia was still holding a grudge after her death and knowing that we were together deliberately made the video to get back at us?” Leo furrowed his brows slightly. The next second Sophia laughed and said, “What am I saying? How could there be ghosts in this world? And even if there were ghosts, Amelia was so kind when she was alive, she would still be a kind ghost after death. How could she play tricks on us to scare us?”

The Ghost is my father's former lover, a crazy woman who is power-hungry even in death. My father, warned me about the restless of the Ghost of the forest, the woman he once loved. She planned to murder my father on their wedding night and consume his soul. When the plot was revealed the Wolf People Clan put her to death and she's been wreaking havoc on the world ever since her dying day. But now she has Lucia, a foolish girl, a pon in her schemes.

Her voice trailed a whispery path as she gazed at him. He scoffed. "I wish I never came across them in the first place. Most of my years were with my Sire and when I first fell in love with a Vampire, Nicodemus had warned me that love is a Vampire's greatest poison. But I didn't heed to his absurd advice, rather, I chose to bask in this beautiful feeling of love until one day...he ripped her heart out." He paused. She exhaled deeply.

" You're jealous ! ' she accused . ' So you think that's it ? I don't believe I have anything to be jealous of , because you don't love him ... You know nothing about love , do you ? As she remained silent he drew nearer to her , put his hand under her chin and forced her face up close to his , then bending a little , he kissed her full on her startled lips , she kissed him back like a child , with her mouth a little open , and he heard her give a slight sob . One arm went round her and he pulled her to him , then crushed her against him and kissed her as a woman should be kissed.

I let it sit there, heavy between us. “I fell in love with him,” I whisper, the admission dragging itself out of me like broken glass. “Not the way people throw the word around. Not lust, not obsession, not convenience. I loved him. I wanted to spend my life with him.” Ghost’s jaw clenches, and I know he wants to ask more, but he waits. I almost wish he’d push harder, shout at me, anything, because the waiting makes the silence unbearable.

she cried out, tears streaming down her glowing face. His claws dug in deeper, blood trickling down his arm. “Hold on to me! Don’t let go!” Her voice cracked like a broken glass. “If you love me…why didn’t you end my suffering?” His heart shattered as his eyes blazed with gold. “Because I don't want a world without you in it!” The ghost’s laughter echoed through the void. “And now, fox, you’ll know the cost of love.” The ghost shadow yanked her from his grip.

I went on about how it was just a fairytale people tried to force into reality…that love was weak and foolish, all because of a misunderstanding. In the end, I had married twice for revenge… but here I was, standing at the altar a third time—for love. And yes, it exists. True, quiet, stubborn love. People call it a ghost…everyone talks about it, but few ever see it. I had. And I wasn’t ever going to let it slip away.

“Then don’t close them.” When he kissed me, it wasn’t passion—it was survival. The kind of kiss that keeps you breathing when the world is gone. And in that moment, I knew— Whatever ghosts haunted him, haunted me too. But as long as we had each other, the throne would not own us completely. Not yet. The candles burned low. The empire slept. And in the heart of the villa, the Ghost King and his Queen stood alone—still ruling, still burning, still breaking. Because love like theirs didn’t end when the war did. It just changed shape. Became something quieter. Something far more dangerous.