Sexy Male Ghost 소설 & 이야기

At the same time, they seemed scared. As if they had seen a ghost. They were even trembling as they turned to the stranger—Mr. Sexy. He was here. And now that it wasn’t night and I wasn’t drunk… The man looked like a real devil. Or was he the devil’s son? I wasn’t sure. His height made it seem as though he was the only person in the room. "I-I am not your wife!" I gasped, shocked. But not as much as when Geraldina spoke next.

“You two will be mingling with the living in no time. Maybe even paying rent like the rest of us miserable humans.” Echo’s eyes sparkled. “How? How exactly is this supposed to happen?” I leaned back smugly. “Well, remember when we tried that whole possessing dead bodies experiment?” Her nose scrunched. “Yes, and it didn’t work. We tried so many dead bodies.” “Right,” I said, pointing at her. “That’s because we missed something vital.” Adrian hovered closer, curious. “And what’s that?” “Three things,” I said, raising my fingers. “One... the body has to be the same gender as the ghost taking over. Two... it has to be roughly the same age range. And three... this is the most important... it has

The sympathy that had filled the room disappeared. Now people looked at Richard with suspicion. Disgust. Unease. "No..." Richard's eyes turned red. "No. Selena... you're joking, right?" His voice cracked. "That's impossible. Chloe can't be dead. "Please. Listen to me. It's not what you think." For the first time, there was something in his eyes I had never seen before. Desperation. And regret.

Malachi retorted, his voice thick with a dark, unnatural power. Felicia looked genuinely surprised. "He can see and hear us, yet he is not one of us. He is not like the girl, nor is he an occultist," she noted, her eyes narrowing. "What are you?" "What I am is none of your business." Malachi jabbed a finger toward her in a lethal warning. "You and your cohorts stay away from my woman, or you will endure far more than the taste of my fists." The ghosts who had felt the impact of his strike retreated further into the shadows, clutching their injured sides in a display of very human-like pain.

"Most women, after being sold out by their own father, would have cried. Instead, you turned around and started negotiating percentages with a ghost." "That's because tears don't pay the bills." "See?" He smiled, his eyes growing deeper. "A woman like you. One second you're calculating profits, the next you're walking into a warehouse to record a confession for me." He pulled me sharply. I fell against him, one hand bracing on his chest, my nose almost touching his chin. He smelled faintly of cedar and whiskey. "Let's try this," he said, his voice low, a whisper against my ear. "You said it yourself. You have to test a ghost to know if you can trust him."

Felix frowned. "What's your deal?" The young man moved with total class, his eyes radiating pure confidence. "Was it hard to understand what I just said? I said you can leave now." Justin sensed something, too, so he screamed, "Help me!" The young man coldly laughed, casually blocking Felix's soul attack with a raised hand. "Are you really going to try something with me here?" The truth was, Felix had zero interest in fighting an S-tier Malevolent Phantom right now. He never wanted to fight against one in the first place. After seeing what Justin could do as an A-tier, he could tell how much more terrifying an S-tier would be.

My legs go taut, locked around his shoulders as the orgasm rips through me with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. I scream, something raw, wordless, brutal. He doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on me as I writhe and curse and fall apart, licking me through every twitch, every tremble, every second I can’t control. “Fuck you,” I sob, the words punching out of me as my body finally starts to sag, undone. “Fuck you, Ghost.” He pulls back slowly, dragging his tongue one last time before he stands, towering over me again. His mouth is glistening.

I snapped, crossing my arms. He grinned and licked his lips. “I can see why he picked you. I’m Ghost, the Beta of Venom,” he said, reaching for my hand. I cringed, but let him take it, he kissed the back of it. Ghost … you certainly will be soon if I can help it. Please don’t haunt me though, that’s all I need. “The walk over here made me get quite a thirst, you have a drink by chance,” I asked, giving my best smile, polite but not overly forced. Something told me this guy didn’t get many females to himself, Beta or not.

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.”

Dormant practically for decades, now all of a sudden he likes two different creatures? And yet I need my dick to tell me who I’m attracted to at that -- the head on my shoulders can’t seem to understand that’s normal. It's NORMAL to want sex. I must certainly be the only celebate demon fae in history. “What’s so funny,” I hear, making me turn toward the back of the building. A male stalks forward, clearly a shifter. Clearly with some kind of air of Alpha. Thinks way too much of himself regardless. I wiggle the paper in my fingers.