Kiss Away My Ghosts Novels & Stories

Ghost says as he heats up the crystals getting ready to smoke them. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, babe,” Ari replies, laying her free hand on Ghost’s thighs as she leans closer to him. Ghosts chokes on the smoke as he inhales, and I’m not sure if that’s because he is inhaling shit or Ari, maybe both. I have to adjust myself because I’d be lying if I said her little comment didn’t turn me on slightly. I don't like her touching Ghost, but he’s already falling for the bait she is putting out for him. “Now, what’s this and will get my high as a mother fucking kite?” She asks Ghost, shaking the baggy in her hands.

Maya (voice shaking): “I love you too. I love the man you are. The man you’ve always been, even when you thought you were nothing but a ghost. You’re not just a shadow in this world anymore. You’re my everything.” Her tears slipped free, and before either of them thought twice, they leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss — slow, unhurried, tender. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that burned with passion or demanded proof. It was gentler, deeper — a kiss of gratitude. Of recognition. A kiss that said: I see you. I choose you. I will stand with you. When they pulled apart, Ghost rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed, breath uneven. Ghost (whispering): “You’ve given me back my life.”

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

so just let me explore you I'll sing for you Just before you sleep But in this case love Your beauty sings to me...

"He was taking too much time. All I needed was their help, and it wasn't very hard to get considering the fact that you've always treated them like shit." The guards standing around him nodded in agreement. Ghost lay on the floor still, drops of tears etched around the corner of his eyes. "I'm sorry," Ghost stared at the guards. "Tell my daughter I love her. I really do." The guards nodded and watched as he coughed frantically. "This is sickening," Calisté muttered and forged a sword from the air. "Last words?" "I'm losing." Ghost snapped his fingers and his body went up in flames.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

“I flew home, stood at your grave, feeling a void of not having you around. I avoided everything that reminded me of you… Until one night I sat in bed reminded of your smile, Your eyes, your golden blonde hair… Now I stay with your ghosts.” My chest felt tight... I felt both seen and heard. I didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like the singer went into my heart and knew exactly how I felt. I look at the screen on the dash. Rae Hartley. Interesting... “I sing to your ghost, dance with your ghost. I listen to your voicemail — any piece of you is precious and beautiful.”