To Love A Ghost Novels & Stories

"Would this spell also affect you and the other ghosts?" "In theory, I don't think so, but this isn't good." He kneels in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. "I-I can't lose you. Not to this, not to your vampire ghost, not to anyone or anything. I may not have fangs or a sword, but I-I love you, Brene. I loved you in the past and I love you now and I will love you forever." Tears cloud my eyes. "I love you too." I throw my arms around him, kissing him and hugging him.

I said nothing. “Last time,” he continued, voice low, “you told me you loved him.” And I had. Back when I believed I still did. Back before I realized I’d been in love with a ghost for years—and that the only real thing in my life had been the man I paid to keep me from falling apart. He stepped in again, caging me between his arms, palms flat against the wall. Close enough for his breath to kiss my skin. “I could make you forget him,” he murmured.

That crazy, intense love he thought was real. Some ghosts don't stay in cellars. They live in your head. Forever. But I had Louis. I had Katie. I had our messy, broken, real family. And that was worth fighting for. We drove home. The city passed by outside the window. Normal people doing normal things. They had no idea what just happened. They had no idea about the ghost who loved me. And I hoped they never would.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

And as if on cue, I heard him excuse himself after giving me another peck on my lips, then hastily strode to his circle of friends that I was not fond of. I was watching him the whole time as the scene unfold in front of my naked eyes. I bet no one saw it but me. Lorenzo Gomez, my elusive bachelor of a boyfriend, sneakily kissed a woman on the lips who was not me. I smirked. If people would've learned about it, they would certainly call me a martyr or a masochist for letting it happen, and worse watching it even. But they would get it wrong. Because neither am I any of the two. That scene was never new to me anymore. I could even write a book with the long list of women he banged and kissed

“You did that yourself.” Her laugh rips out, sharp and ugly, echoing across the concrete. “Don’t you dare put this on me.” Her hand shakes, just a little, but she steadies it with the other. She points the gun harder, like she wants to shove the barrel through me with sheer will. “He loved me. He chose me. And you—” Her mouth twists, her eyes glittering with something unstable. “You are a ghost.” The word slams into me like a fist. My throat burns, but I don’t look away. “Maybe,” I whisper. My voice is quiet, flat, but it carries. “But ghosts don’t die twice. And I’m still here.”

"It's the bitter truth, Kang. You are no longer the same old Kang" I lower my gaze, my heart squeezing in my chest. I am no longer my mother's son. I am a vile creature, an undead. My knees give out and I sink to the ground, the ache in my chest growing. I wait for the tears to flow, but they don't. .... DANIKA

“You crazy bitch, I saw her. Do you think I can't tell the difference between a dead woman and a living one? And if you don't stop this stupid joke, someone is going to get hurt.” “Really?” Grace asked innocently. Then she lowered her voice. “Didn't anyone ever tell you that the more attention you give a ghost, the stronger it becomes? The more you spend on it, the more human it looks. It can eat, work, sleep, and blend in perfectly.” There was complete silence on the other end. Grace continued before he could interrupt. “She loved my brother so much that I had to kill him so they could be together forever. You know... that's what best friends do.”

Said the ghost. I was shocked. I didn't love Peter like that in real life but here I was marrying him. I saw the two projectiles kissing ever so passionately. "That can't be right, can it?" I wondered. The ghost eyed me for a while... "This is what was meant to be. I've always had a thing for you. I just tried very hard to hide it." He said. .Then all of a sudden, I became very dizzy and passed out. When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room. I looked at the watch on the wall and realised that a minute had only passed. The ghost looked at me with a grin.

And then another. I stood in the dark, staring out at the uncaring city, listening to the silence of my perfect, empty life. I wished I could hate her enough to finally stop loving her. But the anger was just a shield, and I could feel it cracking under the weight of the truth. I was still in love with a ghost, and she was sleeping just down the hall.