Romance With Ghosts Novels & Stories

The problem was, on the left and right side of this road, there were around three thousand vampires who would throw flowers at her and chant verse indicating their blessing on their future queen. Today is Mila's coronation day and tomorrow is her and Liam's wedding day, therefore, she is feeling a little bit depressed right now. Even though the marriage hasn't happened yet. But this coronation alone was already the thing that made him want to run away. And even more so because Mila saw Cosmo who was standing right beside her. She smiled at her very sweetly and Mila felt she was looking herself in the mirror, because of the resemblance between the two of them, only Cosmo had long black hair.

I moan with immense pleasure, feeling like he was transporting me to a state of pure ecstasy. I straddled him, positioning myself above him, and placing my hands on his chest. He grasped my hair and kissed me passionately. With his hands on my hips, he thrust upwards, lifting his buttocks from the floor. As the night wore on, our passionate lovemaking continued, fuelled by the intensity of our desires and my supernatural abilities. The crack in the floor beneath us served as a reminder of the power we possessed, both in our love and physical strength. We explored our deepest desires and pushed each other to new heights of pleasure, then lay exhausted on the floor. Our bodies intertwined, our

“Merci. Okay, ready your French, Trisha, ‘cause I wanna tell her what I found out and what I think is going on.” “Bring it on,” my friend replied. Slowly, keeping a calm, warm tone, pausing every few words to let Trisha translate, I told her where she was. Also about Henry and who the other ghosts in the Manor were. Finally, I told her about Ann Marie crossing over a few weeks before she was cast down to the Manor. When I finished explaining something, I would ask if she understood. Every time, the KII lit up like a Christmas tree. Finally, I told her about Amy failing to send her back into the light the night before.

A trеmblіng gаѕр еѕсареѕ her lірѕ and іѕ captured bу thе nіght, as іt trаvеlѕ around thе room untіl it reaches hіѕ ears, he has dеlіvеrеd his gіft, she hаѕ accepted it. Her еуеѕ nеvеr ореnеd, not a wоrd was spoken, іt was not needed, thе соnvеrѕаtіоn was аѕ соmрlеtе аѕ it could hаvе еvеr been wіth everything hаvіng been ѕаіd аnd nоthіng vоісеd.

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

With a gulp, the little Angel scrambles back to the corner. Not aware of how amused I am, and that she had nothing to worry about from the second she walked in. “Thank you for ruining a romance classic, you doo-doo head. If I die, I’m haunting you for all eternity!” with a firm “GRRR” and a little clack, all is quiet as the men make their way to our position. “My love is gone again! Carried away by that leech of darkness!” The very thin and small ‘Jonathan’ proclaims.

The night was thick with smoke. The ruins of the small villa still glowed faintly with embers, and the acrid smell of charred wood clung to the air like a curse. Dante stood in the wreckage, boots crunching against broken glass and ash. His men fanned out around him, rifles at the ready, eyes scanning the shadows. But Dante wasn’t looking for enemies—he was searching for ghosts. Amara stepped carefully over a collapsed beam, her gown streaked with soot and her eyes sharp, glinting like a blade under the flickering moonlight. She didn’t flinch at the carnage. Not anymore. She had grown too used to walking through blood and fire.

Meanwhile, Cecily was visibly upset over the mere fact that Wendy, my ex, had shown up in front of me. Perhaps this was the difference when a person loved you. Snapping back out of my thoughts, I pulled Cecily into a hug and placed my hand over hers. "Don't be mad. You're about to be a bride. You'll get wrinkles more easily if you get upset. Don't you want to be a beautiful, blushing bride?" Cheeks turning red, Cecily pretended to snap in anger, "Are you saying I don't look beautiful?" I raised my hands and begged for mercy.

He knew the look of someone bleeding behind armor. That night, he found her in the study, lights dimmed, her fingers tracing the edge of an old photograph of her and her father, before everything fractured. “Bianca,” he said quietly. She didn’t look up. “I’m fine.” “That’s your favorite lie.” Her jaw tightened. “And yours is pretending you can fix me.” He walked closer, stopped just behind her. “I can try.” She finally looked up then, eyes dark and tired. “You can’t fight ghosts, Matteo. You can’t burn what’s already inside me.”

“Y-You’re supposed to be. . .” “Dead?” she smiled, pulling up a stool and sitting across from me, legs crossed like we were about to have coffee. “Yeah. That’s the story, isn’t it? The tragic, mysterious girl Roman forgot. The ghost from his past. But ghosts don’t stay buried when you touch what's theirs.” I stared at her, shaking. “Why are you doing this?” “Because Roman Sinclair doesn’t get to move on. Not after what he did.” I didn’t understand.