In Love With A Ghost Novels & Stories

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

It was heavy with ghosts, ghosts of love, of loss, of a man still waiting in the dark. Elena closed her eyes and let the ghosts keep her company.

It sounds crazy but as I said, my gut is rarely wrong. ********** “Hi” Isabella greeted me warmly and I smiled back at her. “Hey Belle” She looked at my face and frowned “are you okay?” “Yeah, sure” I lied. Isabella pursed her lips and frowned at me. “We both know that's a lie, you look like you didn't sleep at all” she said and I felt obliged to tell her. I pulled her to my seat, lowered my voice and said, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

Liam said, pointing to his younger self, "didn't know what love was. He thought love was a trophy. He thought it was easy." He looked at her. "He didn't know what it was to lose everything. He didn't know what it was to fight for a family." He squeezed her hands. "I'm not him anymore. And Vanessa... she's in love with a ghost. A ghost of a man who died the day you left." Aurora looked at the photo. Then at Liam. He was right. The man in the photo looked... hollow. Shallow. The man in front of her was solid. Scared. Real.

One last thread. I pressed decline. The screen went dark. I set the phone on the nightstand. Lay back down. Adam pulled me close. "What was it?" "Nothing." "You're sure?" I closed my eyes. Let his warmth pull me toward sleep. "I'm sure." The phone didn't buzz again. The night was quiet. The house was still. Somewhere out there, the Circle was waiting. Somewhere, a woman who'd spent forty years chasing ghosts was learning that the chase was over.

"Let me control your father, just focus on getting better, all right? The last thing we need is for you to get even hurt." I nod my head. "I know, you tomorrow. Get some sleep." Mom, I'll see. She leans down to kiss my cheek before rubbing Archie's hair, telling us goodnight before getting up and going back to the living room where she gets back on the couch to go back to sleep as I look up at my gorgeous boyfriend that's lying right next to me. I poke his cheek, making him open his eyes to give me a playful glare. "Yes?" "I love you," I whisper, snaking my hand around his neck to connect our lips as I start to feel a bit delirious from either sleep deprivation or whatever the drug was that

The uninvited guest followed behind him up the stairs as if it were the most natural thing. The moment Eugene unlocked and opened the door, Valentine, who had been sticking close behind, pushed him inside. With his inhuman solid body, he pushed Eugene in while closing and locking the door. Eugene's apartment door was old and worn, making creaking sounds whenever it was opened or closed. But it was different when Valentine handled it. As he closed and locked the door, not a single noise was produced. Valentine had a habit of moving without making any sound or presence unless he intended to. It sent chills down Eugene's spine whenever he saw the murder company boss and professional hitman move

I froze, placing my fork on the table and my chest went tight. I could see Elena’s face drained of color, her eyes wide and her lips trembling. I could see her panic before she spoke, I could also feel her heart racing without even touching her. "Gilan." The name itself was a blade against my ribs. The ghost I could never fully banish, no matter how much she told me she was mine now. The man she had once loved so fiercely that losing him nearly broke her. The man who still haunted the shadows of our love. I wanted to switch off the television, to erase the words from her ears. But it was too late. Her world had already shifted.

"I don't know...I'm lost. I love her, Max. I'm not ready to give up on her.” “Love? Bro you just met her.” Max said. “This isn’t love. It's an obsession.” "I know it sounds insane, but I just can't get her out of my head.” I muttered. “I’m going to win her over. Somehow.” “Vincent,” he warned, “I don't think that's a good idea, what if she ended up hating you more?” “Trust me,” I said, ignoring the nagging doubt creeping in. “All girls like surprises and money. I’ll figure it out.”

Even though I'm in the vampire realm, my essence won't change, who I am, how I was born and how I'll die won't change. I never had the affection of a mother, I never knew what mercy was, and I never felt what true love was. Ghost protected me because he didn't want to see me suffer and freed me from fate's control. Strïth keeps me tied to this bond, something I have to be strong to fight, to ignore... 'Does he love me?' I thought. 'What love is?' A concept so strange that I can't even think of an answer. The only act I can consider to be love is Ghost rejecting me.