In Love With A Ghost Novels & Stories

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

No amount of alcohol was able to relieve the pain he felt inside, he was all broken and shattered. He loved this girl, he was even willing to let it all go for the sake of his love for her. But she told him she was in love with Carlos, and she was only marrying him because her father insisted. And Carlos also affirmed that he's in love with Angel, his own Angel. How could it not hurt? He has been betrayed by two of the most important people in his life. Suddenly he couldn't see anything, and everywhere suddenly felt hot. His head was spinning, and so was his stomach.

"T h i s.. i s... n o t... w o r k i n g... a n y m o r e. W h y... d o n't... y o u... j u s t... t a k e... t h e... a n t i d o t e." Giselle patted the head of the person who was nibbling on her neck. It felt so strange with him. As if she was still alive. Now she knew why other spirits stayed with him. Even his powers were enough to make them feel like a mortal and not like a dead person. "One more time " He replied as he proudly smiled looking at the purple bruise he just left on her neck. He was going to show her to Love. He was going to tell Love that he also has a bride. He was going to run it in his face and also he was going to kill Love's bride so he could feel the pain.

She wanted to be careful next time, but it seemed her heart was already crossing the line for this new guy. She had the feeling that he might not be with her for long since the other guys left. She also was worried having found out that she was a werewolf. Could he be OK with that? Since he was from the palace he could be a werewolf too, which would just make a perfect couple. She smiled sheepishly at her thoughts. She raised her head and realized she had long strayed from the path to her house. " funny!". She started walking back. She was in love again. Perhaps just love at first sight.

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

"I was terrified out of my mind and thought you might actually kill me. But for a little moment, I wasn't sure if I cared. This time, he was silent for even longer. I need to make an even more stunning disclosure. With her eyes closed and a growing sense of fear in her throat. He cupped Portia Cabot's face in his hands and said, "I love you, Portia Cabot." He then planted his lips firmly against hers and gave her a heartbreakingly delicate kiss that made her gasp for air. And I promise to love you no matter what -- vampire or mortal -- I am.

"I'm desperate Vee, I won't lie I am." He touched her forehead with his,"I just want it to be how it used to be, except that we are older now and I don't need to hide before I can spend time with you. I just want you and your love, I just want you to love me as much as I love you."

to one wall and a stray cat—a ball of grayish fur—that dashed through the rubble with a low hiss. With a slow exhale Eleanor released a cloud of mist into the cool air. Too much imagination she whispered to herself her trembling voice revealing her lack of conviction. She emitted a short trembling laugh that reverberated uncannily in the quiet. However she continued to feel as though someone was following her sneakily like an unseen hand stroking the back of her neck. Her father Theodore had always been amused and frustrated by her vivid imagination which she had always maintained. How many times as a child had she pleaded with him to tell her stories about ghosts and creatures that lurked

It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

Gently but surely, Adrastos pressed his hips downwards, and the greater contact with her thighs made them start to pulse. And still, his fingers continued to hover a hair’s breadth from her cheeks. Still, his mouth maintained that tiny tantalizing gap above hers. “Come on, Electa mou, say something,” he encouraged. “Describe how these many lovers matched up to me… I can’t wait to hear all about it… It should be quite entraining…” Mutely, Electa shook her head. Adrastos sucked some air. “Were there any other lovers, Electa mou?” “You deserve there to have been thousands of other lovers!” Electa burst out, without knowing she was going to say it.