Romance With Ghosts Novels & Stories

He shifted slightly, pushing himself up onto one elbow so he could face her more directly, and the movement brought him closer to her without breaking the contact between their hands. Up close, he could see the faint translucence that still clung to her edges, the way the light passed through strands of her hair just slightly differently than it should have, but none of that mattered. She was present. She was here with him. Emotion swelled unexpectedly in his chest. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think ghosts would be terrifying if they were real.” A small, uncertain smile flickered across her lips. “But you…” He exhaled softly. “You’re the least scary thing I’ve ever seen.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

"Like I didn't try a hundred ways to get a ticket out of this void?" "We wouldn't be in this place at all if you hadn't snatched my guys." I cross my arms. "Your guys? Oh, you mean your phantoms...you really need to get out more and find boys who have a pulse." "Vampires don't have a pulse." I chase after her. "You're dating a vamp too?" She gawks at me. I bite my lip. Jacques is a vampire ghost so that's not exactly the case. "Whatever." She continues forward. "Not like I pictured you with ghost lovers either."

"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

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.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

Hot tears burned my eyes. "She slept one night in that same room you stay in now and never woke up. Some people said her husband must have used her for rituals but I personally didn't believe them. Her husband was a good man and…" He went on blabbing unaware of the storm he had set in motion within me. So, Nono, my little cousin was right after all. Someone really died in that room. So, I have been having sex with a ghost this entire time? How did I even come about the name Philomena? I could not remember being introduced to her by anyone. The first real encounter I had with her was that sex we had on the couch while I was drunk. That should be why all the sex seems to begin when am about to

You could’ve powered the city with the drama pouring out of her. “OH MY GOD. YOU HAVE A MARK.” “It’s not a mark!” “It is! That’s a KISS MARK. A—oh my God—it’s a LIP-GHOST.” My eye twitched. “What the hell is a lip-ghost?!” “A ghost of a kiss! A spiritual smudge of sin!” “I will throw you out the window.” She collapsed onto her bed in manic laughter, legs flailing like a dying insect. “Alina. You’re so dead. You definitely weren’t with Nick. WHO WERE YOU WITH?!”

Inside, Ghost sat at the head of a long oak table, a plate of steak before her. She was striking—dark hair pulled back tightly, eyes sharp and commanding. She speared a piece of meat with her fork and paused mid-bite as the doctor entered, her gaze locking onto him. "How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice calm yet edged with authority. Doctor Francis took a tentative step forward, lowering his voice. "Sorry to bother you, but I’m the doctor in charge of Damon’s late wife, Anna." Ghost’s expression remained neutral, though her fork hovered above her plate. "Okay?"

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.