To Love A Ghost Novels & Stories

But I see it. I fucking see it. The room sways again, the weight of exhaustion dragging at me, but I fight it, if only because I need to hold onto this moment. Because for the first time since that fucking wedding, I see the truth—Ghost has always loved me. Always. And maybe I hate how we got here. Maybe I hate what he did. But right now, all I know is that I don’t want to leave him. I don’t want to slip back into that darkness.

“You want to tell me what happened?” “I love him. I love Ghost.” “That is good?” “No. I see what love did to you, Mom, and Grams. A sadness that never disappears aches over your heart when you get rejected. I don’t want that. I can’t add sadness to my life and survive.” “Oh, honey. Ghost is madly in love with you. Everyone can see it. He is mental when he’s not around you.” “I’m scared, Uncle Harris. This is too big.”

For a second, something rare happened — his lips curved into the faintest smile. Ghost: “We’re in love.” The words hit the air like thunder, simple yet seismic. Leah’s mouth fell open slightly. Leah: “You… and Maya?” Maya nodded, her eyes bright. Maya: “It’s true. We didn’t plan it. It just… happened. And we’re not running from it.” Ghost’s voice, usually hard and sharp, carried something else now — warmth. Ghost: “For so long, I fought for shadows. I fought for people who never loved me back. I fought battles that left me hollow. But with her…” He reached for Maya’s hand, gripping it firmly. “…with her, I finally know what I’m fighting for.”

“We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.” Emily swallowed hard, the words heavy in her chest. “And Rhett?” Ghost’s pale eyes softened, just slightly. “That boy looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters. He’s out there right now because he’d rather bleed himself dry than watch you drown. That’s not pity. That’s love, whether either of you know how to say it yet or not.” Her breath hitched. Love. The word terrified her, but it also lit something in her chest — a warmth she hadn’t felt in years.

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

She stared at him in confusion and gasped the second he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her palms just could not land on his chest freely and it was the moment the mobile fell from her hold. She was too stunned to react to anything. She thought he had died. But now, what was his voice doing around her? What was it? His ghost? A ghost who could touch her? A shaky breath escaped her lips and she started wriggling in his hold. She tried to push him away but to no avail. His body did not even budge from there. “So now you believe it?” She gave him a hateful look which did not go unnoticed by him. He looked at it but did not decide to answer her.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

Only by looking at them you can start real hell. I was hearing all this but still I can’t say I was a believer. Everything unfolded so fast that I don’t have time to process as I would have liked. But I must admit that I am intrigued. - What is that feeling you are talking about? - Love! - Love? But that is supposed to be a beautiful feeling. How can it be destructive?

I asked. He looked at me. One blink. A breeze stirred the hem of my coat. I hadn’t loved anyone since her. I hadn’t even tried. Because how do you love again when your first love never ended? When she never died, only disappeared? When every time you try to forget, your soul still turns toward the place she left hollow? "Maybe ghosts don’t haunt houses," I whispered. "Maybe they haunt people." She never said goodbye. Never gave me the chance to explain.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"