Sexy Male Ghost Novels & Stories

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

He wanted to know where l lived and whether I was married or not. I refused to give him my address but I told him I was single. Turns out he is new to this part of the country and is tired of jumping from one hotel to another but still I can't really help him with that because I don't live in the human world but they don't know that. I'm sure my secretary will freak when if she knew she just fucked a demon. During our conversation I noticed that my secretary was busy coming in and out of my office regularly. This girl isn't satisfied or she wants me to get her pregnant??

"Like this?" When Casandra's long hair is neatly tied. Cassandra's smooth neck looks very sexy. Eric Adam Apple started to move irregularly. Something strange happened to Eric. "What perfume are you wearing?" Eric closed his eyes. Eric's handsome face looks masculine when asleep. "Mmm just a cheap imitation perfume." Cassandra misbehaved. Eric opened his eyes. "Your body smells so good." Tbc

I walked ahead of him, my heart pounding in my chest as we made our way to his room and he opened the door for me. The nervousness wasn’t going down, it just couldn’t when I’m in his room, his scent hitting my nostrils and I’m so horny for him. I want him, so so bad right now that I’d purposely act drunk so I’d use the excuse of not being sober to throw myself at him. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. His room is cleaner than mine. There’s no trace of jock clothes on his bed or anyone else, he’s a twenty out of ten and my kitty is purring just for him. I say the grossest things to be honest.

Anything is better than letting my senses fully open and confirm what my gut already knows. They found me. I glance up through my lashes, slow and careful. Booth six. Three men. They are not eating. They are not touching menus. They are watching me. Two of them are big, built like enforcers, broad shoulders, still bodies, the kind of calm that comes from knowing how to hurt people. The third is leaner, relaxed in a way that feels wrong. He looks like the kind of man who smiles before he cuts you open. My fingers tighten around the spray bottle until the plastic creaks.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head.

Hot breath ghosted her ear. "What sort of demon seductress are you, slithering into God's house at this hour?" Father Richard's voice rumbled low, laced with menace and hunger. His body pressed flush against her back, the bulge of his massive dick grinding into her ass through his pants. "You knew you'd get fucked, didn't you? Knew I'd claim that sinful body you confessed. Why come, whore?"

The room filled with a deep, crimson glow. **“You have been very generous, little canvas,”** the voices spoke in unison, layered and hungry. **“Now we claim what is ours completely.”** Aria gasped as the entities fully manifested — six shadowy, muscular male figures with glowing tattoo patterns moving across their skin. They were more solid than ever before. The phoenix figure grabbed her first, lifting her effortlessly and slamming her down onto his burning cock. The obsidian rose figure moved behind her, forcing his thick, ridged shaft into her tight ass in one brutal thrust.

Kyle said in a scary hollow tone. I pretended like I did not hear anything. “Please, please I will do anything. Just leave me alone.” Richard pleaded. “Okay. Then I will give you a chance to bring me back to life. You just have to repeat these words after me. I RICHARD BLACK DECLARE MYSELF A WUSS, A WIMP, A DICK, A GAY AND A SPARKLY UNICORN. I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH MY GENITAL AREA AND I USE VIAGRA. I AM A PROUD GAY THOUGH AND I HAVE A CRUSH ON MR.MAXWELL. I HAVE CRABS AND I USE STEROIDS. You have to repeat my exact words in front of the entire school. Then you will be free of the ghosts’ visits.” Kyle told them.