Kiss Away My Ghosts Novels & Stories

The waning moon's small crescent shape was a silver glitter against the dark water of the Caribbean sea. Just before Leo closed the door, I heard the soft rumble of applause as Bastian began his speech inside. The door sealed with a soft thud, separating Leo and me from the rest of the world. It was warm and dark out here, and still thrumming with the magic of Bastian and Ava's reunion. I wanted to be in a world with just Leo, even if it was only for a moment. Even if I couldn't really have him, I wanted this moment.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

“Just don’t get in my way, mia rosa. Ghost is ‘my’ mess. ‘I’ will deal with him.” Silently, I let out a breath at his use of that endearment. It was a little ray of hope that he was back in his right mind. Whatever this situation he has with Ghost is, he needs an open mind. Still holding his bleeding nose, Kai stepped inside the plane, followed by Hunter. Both of them threw me a stinky eye. I ignored them, made myself comfortable on the seat across from Klaus, and reached for a bottle of whiskey, tipping it straight to my lips. I need the alcohol to give me the energy to stop Armageddon from taking place.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

the voice echoed in the hall. This time Klarisse felt her world crumble again into pieces, she felt overwhelmed and trapped in the debris of her grief. She shook herself as her tears rain.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

I looked at Florence, then at Marigold Collins, and murmured tremblingly, "How could this happen? Mom, didn't you say Mari was Chester's cousin, and she's just staying temporarily at our family home…" Marigold, the woman who had come with Florence, shrank into the corner, avoiding my gaze. She looked helpless as her eyes darted between me and Chester's body on the autopsy table. Holding the child in her arms tightly, she let tears stream silently down her face. For a moment, I stood frozen before finally snapping. I stormed out of the forensic room, ran into a nearby office, and grabbed a water cup from a desk. I hurled it against the wall with a loud crash. I even let out a raw, piercing sc

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Still trembling from the aftershocks of what might’ve been the best orgasm of my life, I watched as Ghost found his own release, his lips locked with Damon’s in a scorching kiss. Without another word Caius scooped me into his arms and took off down the hall.

So easy to let go of everything. So I turn around. And I kiss him. Really. Deeply. As if it were the last time. Our bodies meet in this kiss that is no longer a crime but a farewell to everything else. I pull away, breathless. — Tonight. I hear my voice, distant. Tonight, we leave. Before she throws us out. Before she destroys us. He nods. His eyes shine with a wild gleam. He kisses me again. Harder. As if, already, we have nothing left to lose.