Romance Novels With Ghosts Novels & Stories

"Why didn't you save me?" "I..." Panic seized Francis. She said softly, "You promised to protect me, but you were the one who killed me." "I didn't!" Francis bolted upright and flicked on the light. The room was empty. Except for me, a ghost, unseen by him. The visions kept coming, more and more often. Sometimes it was the fifteen-year-old me, huddled in a sea of red, whispering to him, "Do you want to live?" Sometimes the twenty-year-old me, reeling from my first kill, so sick I could barely stand, wishing he would just hold me.

The ghost said, but the answer was clear already. "Nancy, what a beautiful name." Melanie said. "Ah ha, I knew you were familiar, you're the enemies of Greenville Village." The ghost said, the girl rose her head, grabbing Autumn's shoulder and looked at her. "And you must be Autumn," sje started, an overflow of teats glowed out. Please you have to believe me, am not mad." She cried tugging on to Melanie's skirt. "Of course I believe you." Melanie said. "Alright but you two have no ghosts, am certain that every diviner has one at the least, so what happened to your ghost." The ghost asked, but the girls remained quiet.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

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Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

We sanctified the incestuous communion we had just formed with a passionate kiss, our lips opening fully and our tongues sparring. Maa broke off a kiss. Their breath was labored. "Come to my room, my darling," she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of her mother's. “Obey” was my response. She skipped a beat as I walked into my mom's bedroom. She had left her bedroom behind. We had never spent the night in the chamber before. On top of my mother's freshly laundered satiny-red bed sheet, she had scattered white jasmine blossoms. The pleasant aroma of incense wafted around the room.