Kiss Away My Ghosts Novels & Stories

The kiss deepened instinctively, her tongue seeking entry, a whirlwind of passion and pain that threatened to pull me under. But reality slammed back like a cold wave. Cassidy's face flashed in my mind—her smile that morning, the trust in her eyes when she'd kissed me goodbye. This? This was a ghost, a temptation wrapped in nostalgia. I caught her wrists firmly, pulling away with controlled force, holding her at arm's length as she gasped, her chest heaving, eyes wide with a mix of hope and fear. "No," I said quietly, my voice low but unyielding, the boardroom suddenly feeling too small, the windows pressing in like witnesses. "You don't get to do this. Not now. Not after everything."

"You thinking of summoning more ghosts?" "God no." I halfway tease. "I can't even keep up with the two I have now." "Oh, I think ye can handle more than you know, lass," Kiarr says from the doorway. I whip around to find my Viking ghost with his blue eyes twinkling as he looks me up and down causing my whole body to heat. And the memory of our kiss makes me want to run across the room and have his lips on mine again. Backing up a step, I frown. Why am I so in lust with these ghosts? Is it the spell I did? What if it's making me feel the hots for these guys and therefore isn't real emotions?

Kays whispers, and the dull ache in my chest sharpens. “Forgive me…” I place my palm on his beautiful face, softly stroking his forehead and cheeks, trying to soothe away the nightmare. How I wish I could free him from those torments — it’s so hard to fight ghosts from the past. Tracing gently along his forehead, his brows, his cheekbones, letting my fingers skim over those inviting lips, Kays slowly starts to calm down, his breathing steadying. I watch his handsome face for another minute or two… and then I start to slip back into sleep myself — into a dream where he’s once again waiting for me and my sweet suffering.

Weak and shaking, I stood in the darkness, feeling the insects and snakes gnawing at my toes. My survival instinct screamed at me to lower my head and sink my teeth into whatever I could catch, but the cramped confines denied even the basic movement of a crouch. With the last of my strength, I cast a Whisperbind Spell, sending my desperate plea directly to his ears. But all I received in return was his merciless judgment. "You're already terrified from a few insect bites. Did you ever think about how helpless Belinda felt when you left her to be torn apart by those beasts?"

Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back. This was truly a matter of death or worse for them. Cassidy proposed a most interesting idea. The graves controlled the ghosts' presence through a spirit mark that would appear on each grave when they needed to be in it. Cassidy saw it a lot in the real world with forgotten spirits. The colour was different but she knew it was the same type of mark. All they had to do was to move the tombstones to one place and have the ghosts fight from there. Protecting their homes on the move while helping to take down Logan. Everything could be put back to their rightful place afterwards.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

Ghost: “Perfect. Here’s how it’s going down: you won’t touch me, you won’t look me in the eyes, and you’ll follow my commands without a hint of defiance, even if it’s something you’d never willingly do. I’ll pick the locations, and you’ll adapt. Want to set a safe word, or do you prefer to surrender completely?” Me: “I'd like a safe word.” Ghost: “Then choose one.” Me: “Let’s go with ‘Mercy.’ It’ll be a good reminder for both of us that there’s a limit, even if I don’t want to use it.” Ghost: “If you will be calling for mercy, it better be a serious situation.” Me: “Don’t worry. If you’re going to break me, do it right.” Ghost: “Good. Perhaps this will help you remember what you’re really li

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in. I kissed her deeply, letting my hips move in slow, shallow thrusts. Every inch of her welcomed me in a way that made my chest tighten. She was still getting used to me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. But then she pulled her mouth from mine, voice thick with need. “Harder, Killer.” God, the nickname never hit harder than in that moment. I smiled against her lips, my voice low and thick with heat. “Your wish is my command, Temptress.”

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

His eyes travel from my bare to my chain-marked arms, to the look on my face. “I was going to say something but you were looking pretty focused. Didn’t want to interrupt…….whatever this is.” Ghost’s anger builds again and my claws extended. “What are you doing here” I growled moving towards him slowly. His grin widens, not at all moved by the sight in front of him. “Easy now, Kael. I’m just visiting a friend.” Ghost doesn’t believe him. Neither do I. I can smell Aria’s scent on him……he touched her. Ghost’s voice in my head sharpens to a blade.