Romance With Ghosts Novels & Stories

The phantom sensation of his body pressed against mine, the wicked heat of his tongue on my ear, and the terrifying ache still pulsing between my thighs refuses to fade. Francesca comes to a stop directly in front of me, her face stern, arms cross over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing with suspicion. "I asked a question, Bianca. And why are you shaking like you’ve seen a ghost?" A ghost. The words hit me like ice water. Yes. That's exactly what Luca is, a ghost from my darkest past, risen from the depths to haunt me, to ruin me. But I can’t speak. The words are lodged in my throat, choking me. My lips part, but nothing comes out except a shallow, ragged breath.

I reached out, my fingers tangling in his silk tie, pulling him that final inch until our breaths mingled in the dark. "I’ve spent ten years being a ghost, Luciano," I whispered against his lips. "It’s time I started haunting the people who made me one. Let them see me coming. Let them realize that the girl they thought they burned grew up to be the fire." He didn't argue further. He couldn't. He crushed his mouth to mine in a kiss that was less about passion and more about possession—a silent, desperate vow that he would tear the world apart before he let the darkness claim me again.

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

Ghosts. I lifted my glass slowly, the cool rim steady against lips that refused to tremble. One sip. A quiet swallow. My hand didn’t falter as I set it back down, though my pulse was a drumbeat in my ears. “Carla Jepherson,” Bianca said, her smile bright enough to blind. “I almost didn’t recognize you. I thought ghosts usually looked… well, thinner.” Her gaze flicked to my figure, lingering a second too long before she turned back to Maverick, brushing her lips against his jaw. “Doesn’t she look different, baby?”

He stares at me. Then leans in. Not close enough to kiss. Just close enough to make it personal. “You feel familiar,” he says, voice low. “It bothers me.” I meet his eyes. Say nothing. He doesn’t pull back. “And it intrigues me.” Still silent. “Good night, Mr. Cross,” I say as I smile. Soft. Cold. And I walk away. Because that’s what ghosts do. They haunt. And then they vanish.

He had some unfinished business to attend to. “Hans! My man! What brings you here?” Jimmy the ghost asked as he lounged in the brightly lit lobby of the great big mansion. A female spirit was on his lap, they had been making out. Around them, black leather armchairs were sprawled all over the oriental blue white marbled floor and spirits could be seen mingling around freely. Hans stood in the middle of the lobby with his extendable metallic wand in hand. Marcelino was right beside him with a similar-looking wand.

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I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

"It's not important how I make it this far. I am truly sorry for scaring you. I usually maintain my distance at night since the demon inside of me was more rampant at night. I will stay outside so I won't bother you. Please continue in your rest." The female ghost bowed at me and started to walk away. "Hold on!" The burned fingers that were holding the tent's zipper halted. She looked back at me. "May I ask what are you trying to do when you came to my bed? Are you perhaps...wanted to eat me?" If it was a normal romance novel, perhaps what I said could cause misunderstanding and a bit romantical. But I mean it literally. The female ghost lowered her head. "...You smell different than others.