Romance With Ghosts Novels & Stories

She only knew that she had never truly understood that man. Michael glanced at her fiercely. Christina clenched her fists as she bit her lips until they began to bleed. The bloody scent started to spread in her mouth. Christina did not want to get any closer to that man. She was extremely reluctant to do that. However, fate loved to tease humans. Underground lovers, what an embarrassing phrase! However, that might just be an opportunity for Christina as well. She could get pregnant once she had physical contact with him. “Alright! I’ll sign the contract!” Christina raised a pen as she wrote down her name at the bottom of the contract with shaky hands. Michael kept the piece of paper. He then

"Just say it—is the king really getting married!" Crimson Wraith looked up and met the eyes of countless female ghosts. "Yes." The bustling entertainment district of Ghost City paused for a moment. The music and ghostly dances that usually lasted all night suddenly stopped. Even the evil spirits who had just been fighting over food, almost biting each other, were stunned. "The king... is really getting married?" Crimson Wraith nodded. And at that very moment— Countless ravens swept across Ghost City. Next came the phoenixes, perching on the parasol trees.

"Are you kidding, have you seen you. You are a fucking cute ghost, there is absolutely nothing to be scared of. If you were not a ghost, you would have been moaning loudly and screaming my name right about now." "Oh God, you are so nasty Enzo. I knew you were going to find a way to ruin the moment." We both started laughing. "Anyways I am leaving, good night." She disappeared before I could say anything else. If I am being fucking honest, she's so damn hot and that black skimpy night dress of hers is driving me fucking crazy and even as a ghost, if I could actually touch and hold her, I would have fucked her already, it doesn't matter to me if she's a ghost.

And those silver-blue eyes when they locked with mine… I don’t know why, but I still can’t tell if she’s human or a werewolf. 'You know we want her laid out beneath us,' Ghost said. “No. I don’t want her.” 'Oh, but you do... Can’t you feel it? If she was the one giving that blowjob instead of your own hand, you’d have come in seconds.' “Well, that’s your damn fault—with all your twisted fantasies,” I muttered. 'You came back home without getting laid. We’ve got the money. We already tasted Marirose’s virgin pussy—' “I don’t let anyone step on me. You know that.”

James replies then, and now, his gaze unwavering as if time has folded in on itself. They met in a city that believed in ruins and reinvention. He wore anonymity like a tailored coat; she wore anger like perfume. They talked business before they spoke names. They drank espresso at midnight and watched people pass as if they were invisible. When he finally said who he was, she laughed—not in surprise, but recognition. “Ghosts,” she said. “I attract them.” “You create them,” he replied.

"You look like a ghost again." "I feel like one." "You aren't a ghost," Spadino says fiercely. He grabs my hand, pressing it to his chest. I feel his heart hammering against his ribs—fast, chaotic, alive. "Ghosts don't throw up. Ghosts don't bleed. You are real." He kisses my knuckles. Then he kisses my palm. Then he presses his mouth to the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse. "Real," he whispers against my skin.

“While my daughter remembers being seven years old and promising you forever under these same ghosts?” He drove into her slick, cum-filled pussy in one savage thrust, stretching her wide. Elara moaned sharply as he fucked her hard and deep against the pillar, the wet, filthy squelching of his cock stirring the creamy mess inside her echoing in the small space. The ghosts of the Bound Spirits hovered around them, translucent faces watching with luminous hunger.

"Then we give it to them. We finish this, Vivienne. We finish it so that when they say their vows, they aren't looking over their shoulders." ​"And us?" she asked, stepping into his arms. ​Roman pulled her close, the scent of the mountain wind and the fading sun clinging to them both. "Us? We're the ones who make sure the world stays away. We’re the Ghost and the Bride, remember? We don't just find peace. We defend it."

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..