In Love With A Ghost Novels & Stories

" 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.

She had made me fall in love with a ghost. And tonight, I was going to exorcise her.

He was struggling, not only against her touch but against his own existence. “Good show!” Dyron mocked them all, “Star crossed lovers? Illicit affairs? A human in love with an Ecanus, the most forbidden of sins! How entertaining!” Vida’s frustration built as she kept on begging Colter to remember her, to remember what they did and to remember everything in his time on earth.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

Could his gentle eyes be chasing not her, but the shadow of Zephyrine that lingered in her blood, her face, her very presence in the Drevan world? The idea pierced her like glass. If that were true, then what she felt—the quickening of her heart, the stolen glances, the warmth of his nearness—was nothing but illusion. A cruel recycling of grief, a substitution. Not love. Never love. Her lips trembled. She allowed herself to ask the question aloud, a whisper nearly lost in the night: “Does he love me… or does he love a ghost?” The silence answered. She folded into herself, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass without thought, her mind a battlefield of suspicion and desire. The candle at t

he whispers. “I love you”

The ghost answered. "And how did you-? I mean what happened exactly?" Miranda interviewed. "He met me, we fell in love, and then I died while I was pregnant with our first child." The ghost listed off as if her life's story was a simple laundry list. "And how did you even live with him?" Miranda questioned, before sizing the ghost and realizing her words. "Sorry- I meant- well-" "I know what you meant." The ghost laughed then shook her head and shrugged. "We were destined to love each other, and we learned to do that." The ghost admitted.

Not right now. “I love you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “You know that.” His grip tightens on my waist, and I can see the conflict in his eyes. “Then show me. Just you and I. No ghosts. I love you, Winona. Only you. Believe that.” And just like that, the dam breaks. We’re all over each other, kissing, touching, no longer holding back. It’s raw, intense, and desperate, like we’re both trying to prove something.