Los Fantasma De Mi Ex Novels & Stories

" I looked at Valentia in horror.. my ex classmate and teammate fucken Sandra was a journalist.. and to make fucken things worse.. someone cancelled what was meant to be the biggest event of my life... What the fuck was happening.. who was messing with me???

Another deep sigh from him. “Listen..” Sodon moved closer to him then held his cold hands. “That day when you were driving back to Venere, did you intend to see me suddenly disappear and vanish on the road?” Francis shook his head. “You didn’t wish for that to happen either.” Sodon continued. “No one would ever want to witness such a shocking sight.. Am I right?” The guy nodded. “Seeing me that day appearing out of nowhere and vanishing into thin air was absolutely your fate, like discovering the horrifying truth behind Leona Sean’s death.”

“After that, I promised myself I’d never let anything like that happen ever again. Never let the fans get too close. Any one of them could be some raving lunatic.” “Yeah, I remember seeing something about that,” Jade says. “She thought that you were a demon, or a vampire or something, right Felix? And that she was saving the world or something? Right?” He adjusts the rearview mirror to look into Felix’s eyes. Felix stares coldly back at him, before replying, “Right.” At that moment the notes of Déjà Vu blossom in the quiet air, the gentle ebb and flow of Felix’s distant voice as he sings like the whispering of a ghost.

“Ma, mommy, since you want quadruplets, can I have a private time with my wife now so we can start making them.” He turned to her and cupped her face like they were alone. She wanted to protest but she couldn’t. She was mesmerized by the love and desire in his eyes. His face came closer to hers, “ Ravishing my ex is what I have been wanting to do for hours now.” he said huskily. Their mothers exclaimed and both asked, “What? What ex?!” Her eyes widened and frowned at him but he just let out his sexy smile. “Dianne Alessandra Quintero Contrero, my ex-girlfriend, can I ravish you now as my wife?” He asked hoarsely before planting a kiss on her lips.

fiance". "Sure, my dear! You have the whole night to yourselves. Go on." Papa responds. "Thank you, Papa. Excuse us." I respond, and lead Damian outside. My range gears me to the side of the pool. I halt, heaving out a sigh of the wrath boiling inside of me. Under the bright moonlight, we rack before each other - my supposed ghost fiance whom I have detested all my life in form of the man I cherished the most until minutes ago, but who ended up betraying me in this way. How else am I supposed to feel if not just this outrage and betrayal howling in my mind and tearing my heart?

I actually disliked everyday of the week because it had a link or a connection to my ex. Yes my ex. Sorry if I didn’t introduce myself earlier as expected. You all might be wondering who I am and why I kept on talking about my ex. Well as you all know, I am Abby . Yes Abby, the girl who is known as the scary witch. Every one laughs at me , they see me as a joke but the funniest part of it all was that they don’t do it in my presence. I am known to be the girl who made her husband to disappear without a trace or a message.

A way too familiar voice came low and hoarse, carrying a calmness far more frightening than shouting ever could. "...and next time I'll bury you myself." Slowly, I lifted my eyes. And my entire body went still as a pair of cold, dark eyes locked with mine. Damien Valmont. The man I never imagined I will see again.

His smirk deepens, his eyes locking onto mine with that same volatile heat that always existed between us. "You're welcome, wife." I'm married to a ghost who won't stay dead. My ex is probably having an aneurysm. My entire brand is now built on this walking red flag. And the most pathetic part? A tiny, champagne-soaked piece of me is buzzing with something that feels suspiciously like thrill. This is going to absolutely ruin me. "You should get ready. We're leaving Vegas in a bit," he casually says, and my jaw drops. "WHAT?!"

My fingers trembled as I tapped the first video. It loaded instantly, and there I was…… Felix kissing me Elias grabbed my hand, then dragged me into the room. Bianca is pounding on the door. The clips were cut, reversed, and twisted, a ir looked like I couldn’t stay away, like I was chasing Elias, like I was the problematic ex-wife refusing to let go. “Oh, my God,” I whispered. My chest tightened until it was much harder to breathe, heat crawling up my throat, along with bile.