Novel & Cerita Kiss Away My Ghosts

In a fit of anger, she had forgotten that she was still changing. She shut the door with a bang and yelled, “Screw you! I’ll never let you touch me!” Kiran wordlessly touched a finger to his nose as he thought to himself, ‘Was the person I kissed and touched not Snow Xander? If not, could it have been…’ “Ghost!” Kiran shouted suddenly, sending a chill down Snow’s spine, and she opened the door with a pale face. “What ghost?” “An ugly female ghost!” Kiran backed away, grinning broadly.

They were the only guests in this big restaurant because Kurt had it reserved for them. Kurt was looking at her lips and she got nervous. ‘Oh no. What is he doing? This is not part of the contract. Moron.’ She said at the back of her head. It looked like Kurt’s face was getting closer and closer to her, she was panicking, and then... BAM! She slapped him. Kurt was stunned for a moment. Annika apologized immediately. “Why did you slap me? What’s wrong?” Annika whispered. “What are you doing? It’s not part of the deal.” Kurt got confused. “What do you mean? There was something on your face. I had to look closely to remove it.” He explained. Annika was wrong. This made Kurt laugh. “Wait.. you t

“What is it?” He smiled wide, proud of choosing something I liked. “It's a moscato from Australia. I thought you might like it. It's sweet like you.” “You thought right,” I said, taking a second, larger sip before handing him my glass for more. He filled my glass as well as his before sitting. Everything was beautiful. The white gauzy fabric of the gazebo floated lazily on the soft breeze, far from the gentle flicker of the candle flames. The ocean provided the background music, a soft murmur punctuated with cries from seagulls in the distance. “This is amazing, by the way. Thank you.”

she whispered sadly, lifting her gaze to find mine. Her words stirred something inside me, and a tender smile followed on my lips. I closed the space between us and pecked her on the lips. When we broke away, Emily seemed to be disappointed and pouted. "Kiss her properly, your moron!" Ghost hissed from the back of my mind. "She wants some proper and deep smooching!" I dropped my head again, taking her lips hostage. Emily's breathing hitch and her sweet arousal hit my nose. Ghost was going berserk inside my mind, begging me to have him released.

She just kissed me. A final kiss more real than any we’d shared. Not out of passion. But certainty. Loss. Because she knew... when she opened her eyes again, I’d be a memory. My body felt lighter. Like something was pulling me from the inside out. The blood circle beneath us glowed, and the spirits began to shriek. They knew—this wasn’t just an offering. This was annihilation. “Ethan, wait!” Alika gripped my arm, but I was already halfway gone. My fingertips were translucent.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

It pierced the remnants of the fever. I did not scream. I focused on the pain. I used the pain as a weapon. I accepted the fear. I had absorbed the Abyss. I had filtered the poison. I was in chaos. I was ordered. I was a paradox the spirit could not comprehend. The ghost recoiled violently. She was confused. She did not know how to fight the human who welcomed the pain. "You are tainted," the ghost whispered. Her voice was weak now. "I am the cure," I countered.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.