Novel & Cerita Kiss Away My Ghosts

“Whatever it is, whatever ghost you think you’ve seen it won’t touch you. Not here. Not while I’m standing beside you.” Amara wanted to believe him. She wanted to sink into the safety of his words, but her pulse refused to settle. Because she knew the way one knows a storm is coming even when the skies are deceptively clear that something was circling closer. Across the hall, hidden in plain sight, the stranger moved at last. Not toward her, not directly. He was too careful for that. Instead, he brushed past a waiter carrying a tray of drinks, murmured something too low to hear, and slipped a small, folded card onto the tray before it vanished into the sea of guests.

Holly (grinning): “Stop looking like someone died. I’m literally right here.” Malik (voice cracking): “They put up missing posters.” Holly rolls her eyes so hard the ghosts laugh. Holly: “Tell them I ran away to join the circus. Or that I’m Elvis’s secret love child. Anything but the truth. Mortals can’t handle the truth.” She drags us to the bar, pours ghost-root beer that tastes real, and makes us dance until 3 a.m.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I covered my face with both hands and cried. The music coming from the large speakers was still loud and that gave me comfort because I knew they could not hear my faint sobs. "Sydnee!" Rogie roared, annoyed. I stood up straight at his front and looked up at him. He was shocked to see me crying. "I don't want to dance!" I cried. "Don't treat me like an animal, Rogie!" I covered my face again and cried. I felt Rogie touch and hold my wrist again and pull me towards the exit. I sobbed and bowed my head. I quietly cried. As we walked farther away, the music that's coming from the classroom became faint.

~Trish's POV~ We left the penthouse and headed to the mall. While Sam and Mikel were busy looking at some clothes I decided to ditch them. I wanted to visit my parent’s grave. I grab some food on the way to the cemetery and enjoyed the peace and quiet. I had been having my nightmares almost every night and I felt scared. I think I was going insane. Natasha was always in my dreams and it's the same fucking dream. It's like a memory that is coming back. And I even had a dream of Liam and me flirting in the same castle where I got chased by vampires.

she whispered. Ghost pushed his muzzle through a lower gap in the mesh and started licking. His tongue was rough, long, and insistent. He dragged it over her pussy in heavy strokes, tasting the spray mixed with her own wetness. Trisha moaned and pushed her hips forward. The younger males whined and paced faster, getting agitated.

His messy hair is styled in a different style, slightly wavy and breathtaking. I keep staring at him as he closes in on me, expecting him to vanish. He is only a ghost. A ghost that has never looked so vibrant and alive before. "You're awake." He drops the tray on a small table beside my bed and leans in to plant a small kiss on my forehead. My heart beat triples as he does so. Are ghosts supposed to have physical contacts with other humans? And why does his kiss feel so real and unimaginary? I watch as he places his weight beside me on the bed and gently takes my hand into his.

I'm still your Holding on too tight Head up in the clouds Heaven only knows Where you are now How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

"They’re following you because the dead are sedating them. You’re becoming the Widow, Amara. You’re just using a different color of silk." The words hit me harder than the Salt Spire. I looked at Mama Sira. She was staring at the air with a vacant, peaceful expression. Femi was humming a song I didn't recognize, his eyes glazed. I reached out to touch Kael’s arm, but he flinched away as if I were made of fire. "Don't," he said. "I can feel the ghosts on your skin. It feels like grave dirt." He turned and walked toward the pack house, his naked back a map of unhealed scars. He didn't look at the throne. He didn't look at the warriors. He walked straight to the kitchen door and disappeared ins

It's too loud and too much. I close my eyes, trying to center myself, until I hear the door open. “Shit,” I whisper, turning toward the exit, ready to slip back out before anyone sees me like this. But it’s too late. Ghost steps in and locks the door behind him. His eyes drop, sweeping over me like a storm. Like he’s been holding back for far too long and just cracked. “Ghost,” I murmur, but it’s pointless. He doesn’t stop. He moves toward me, deliberate and slow, then pulls me into a kiss that steals my breath. His hands find my waist and pulls me closer as he backs me into one of the stalls. The door slams shut behind us.