In Love With A Ghost Novels & Stories

"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.

Resting her forearms against the rail on the sunny balcony, Electa looked down at the swimming pool situated directly below her, where Adrastos was currently cutting through the water like a man-eating shark. A word came to her mind while watching him. ‘Lust.’ That was what they shared on this honeymoon. No mention from either of them since the night they’d arrived here of that other word… love. Watching him cut through the water in a long, bronzed slither of supple male magnificence, Electa wasn’t in the least bit surprised to feel her lust for him tangle up the sensitive muscles low down inside.

“Don’t be shy. You’re not different to me at all. I’ve always considered your family as my own—you know that.” His words wrapped around her like a comforting embrace. Eloise felt a quiet joy bloom in her chest, and she smiled up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. George wasn’t just a kind neighbor, he was her boyfriend, the one person who made the weight of her daily struggles feel a little lighter. As she gazed at him, a chill suddenly brushed the back of her neck. Behind George, materializing from the shadows of the narrow alley, stood a female ghost. She was pale and translucent, her long dark hair hanging limply over a tattered white dress that moved as though stirred by an unseen

And because I loved her, I had to become a ghost. ​"I won't let them have you," I whispered, the words a vow to the shadows. "I won't let them touch him." ​"Malakai, you're scaring me," she said, her voice small, reaching out for me again. ​I forced myself to take her hand. I forced myself to pull her into my arms, burying my face in her hair, breathing in the vanilla one last time before the plan started to form. I kissed her with a desperate, crushing intensity—a "spicy," soul-searing kiss that tasted of salt and finality. I made love to her that night on the rug in front of the fire, my body memorizing every curve, every sigh, and every heartbeat of the woman I was about to abandon.

I said nothing. “Last time,” he continued, voice low, “you told me you loved him.” And I had. Back when I believed I still did. Back before I realized I’d been in love with a ghost for years—and that the only real thing in my life had been the man I paid to keep me from falling apart. He stepped in again, caging me between his arms, palms flat against the wall. Close enough for his breath to kiss my skin. “I could make you forget him,” he murmured.

"Aureliano calls me a child. Ciro looks at me like I'm a broken dog." He drags himself higher until his face is level with mine. His eyes are red-rimmed, swimming with liquid. The pupils are blown wide, swallowing the golden-brown iris. "But you see me, don't you?" He reaches out. His fingers tremble as they touch my cheek. "I think I love you, Ghost." The words land like stones on my chest. Heavy. suffocating. dangerous. I stare at him. I feel a wave of revulsion so strong it tastes like bile.

“Why did you make Steve say it? Where is he now?” “Dead and six feet below where he is supposed to be,” Ghost said. “He betrayed your love for him for two million dollars, love. You can’t trust humans, my love. They are not for us.” “You would never tell me what to do again!” Rhea cried. “I promise you.” “I just wanted to teach you a lesson,” Ghost said. “I wanted to show you how evil humans are. And that promise I made to you about releasing your mother on your sixteenth birthday, forget it.”

I attempted to balance myself on my other leg, but it was unable to support the full weight, and I collapsed to the ground. The two sets of footfall grew louder, indicating a closer distance. I stood up shakily and limped back to the bed. I seized the necessary IV, ripped it away from the tube, and used it like a weapon. Then I hobbled over to the window. When I yanked on the window's side with my hands, nothing happened. I also tried the other side, but it remained stationary. The footsteps halted at my door, and I could hear their hushed voices and make out their silhouettes through the door's bottom crack. When the knob was turned, the door remained closed and simply jiggled.