Kiss Away My Ghosts Novels & Stories

Maybe he couldn’t bear the thought of losing control. Or maybe he simply couldn’t accept that I was finally strong enough to walk away. . . . . . My sincere apologies for the delay in updating chapters. Hope you all are liking this book so far. Up untill this chapter there are lot of references from KISS OF HIS BETRAYL (my first book) Please keep supporting. Thank You my dear Readers........ Enjoy Reading!!!

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

And because I loved her, I had to become a ghost. ​"I won't let them have you," I whispered, the words a vow to the shadows. "I won't let them touch him." ​"Malakai, you're scaring me," she said, her voice small, reaching out for me again. ​I forced myself to take her hand. I forced myself to pull her into my arms, burying my face in her hair, breathing in the vanilla one last time before the plan started to form. I kissed her with a desperate, crushing intensity—a "spicy," soul-searing kiss that tasted of salt and finality. I made love to her that night on the rug in front of the fire, my body memorizing every curve, every sigh, and every heartbeat of the woman I was about to abandon.

’ Abby begin playing the instrument and sing “Just the Way You Are.” “My lovely Madam, I hope you like my rendition, Abby sigh. ‘Of course, I sincerely love it. You are way excellent than Bruno Mars.’ Debbie hold Abby’s hand and kiss it. “Thank you for everything Abby.” Debbie pulls her hand up and said, come on let’s dive in now to the pool and relax.

Or a suicide pact. The Wildcard wants to defect. He wants to run away with the debt. "Sir," I whisper, my voice trembling for the first time in three days. "I don't know what you mean." He laughs. It’s a broken, weeping sound. "Liar," he says affectionately. "My beautiful, dangerous liar." He kisses my forehead. "Pack a bag for me, Ghost. Because if you leave without me... I’ll scream loud enough to wake the dead."

One hand stroked my pulsing nub, and his other snaked under my jaw, forcing me to submit. Ghost sank his teeth into my flesh as I climaxed, throwing him into his release. Our auras formed a tornado around us, keeping us upright. Pleasure fueled our continued union as the waves shook our core. Silent screams stole our breath while our hearts beat as one. Ghost slowly licked my wound while turning me towards him. His mouth latched onto mine, and we kissed into a frenzy. He pulled my leg over his hip, giving his erection access. This time, he entered slowly, feeling every pulse of my clenching walls.

A tiny smile formed in my lips as I reached for it. Seconds later, I got up from the tiled floor and placed the cd at the top of the dvd to set it up. After a few minutes of plugging different plugs, I finally placed the cd inside the dvd. The song that contains a few song which were all depressing for me because of what I am going through begins playing in momentarily; starting with the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost" sang by Sasha Sloan. Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world Baby, why'd you go away?

Ghost’s mouth latched unto my pussy, slurping every drop of liquid that had pooled out of me until there was almost none left. He cleaned me up with his tongue. He rose to his feet, his lips immediately connecting mine, this time gentler. As if compensating me for his initial roughness. My hands trailed across his biceps just as his lips detached from mine. My lips agape, pupils dilated, and eyes locked on his. Ghost smiled, playfully rubbing the tip of his nose on mine. “You did good, princess.” Wanting to shield my shyness from him, I hummed a response, my eyes moving rapidly across the room, avoiding his unnerving gaze.

Ghost asks, his voice low and careful, his thumb brushing over my cheek like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I don’t answer with words. Instead, I pull him back down into another fierce kiss, letting my actions speak for me. I kiss him like it’s the only thing tethering me to the earth, pouring everything I can’t say into it—my confusion, my anger, my longing. Ghost groans against my mouth, his body pressing into mine like he can’t get close enough. His lips trail down my neck, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through me. For this moment, nothing else exists. Not my duties, not my fears, not the weight of the world outside this room. There’s only him, only us, only no

(Oh god, you are torturing me and I can’t take it anymore) Mrtyu pursed her lips in anger and rolled her eyes away from him, “Can I have any English-speaking GHOST here? I don’t understand this alien language-speaking merchant ghost.” Hexa pulled her head near him ad sealed her lips with his style of the kiss. His style of three pecks and a long deep suck which could now take her soul from her body, as a penance that not to mention him as a ghost, she dodged and sulked later agreed to not call him a ghost. Mrtyu, though surrendering to Hexa from their war of lips, he didn’t want to part his lips from her and he wanted to punish her more. Mrtyu little dodged his embrace out of breath and noth