To Love A Ghost Novels & Stories

Eliel communicated directly with Ghost. Ghost was not much of a talker, he only spoke when he wanted to utter vile orders that caused pain to others. That was his nature. Sadly, Ghost was a blood sucking soul. Ghost pinned his head on my mine, shut his eyes and breathed evenly. I wondered how much more he had to endure. When he reopened his eyes, Zephyr was back. "I love you baby," I said, I was back too. "I f&cking love you baby. Let's go home." Zephyr kissed my breath away and carried me to the car, Axel drove us home in silence while I cuddled behind with Zephyr.

Ghosts. ​“Well,” I said with a shrug I definitely didn't feel, “at least I’m finally free of them.” No more pretending to be the daughter they could sell. No more being the pretty pawn on their chessboard. ​Igor continued, his voice dropping lower. “You have your sister, Love, left. She didn’t know any of the truth. She was too young to even understand what was done to you.” ​Love. Soft-eyed. Innocent. The only decent thing in that house full of poison. I swallowed the burning twist in my chest. “I’m taking her with me,” I said like a vow. “I’m not leaving her behind to rot in that world.”

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.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air as I plummeted from the skyscraper, blacking out before I hit the ground. "Lily." The camera lingered mercilessly on my mangled form. The voice was unhinged with madness. "You're finally going to die. Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being so vile. "You knew damn well I loved Shane, and you still went ahead and married him! "In this world, only I am meant to love him! Everyone who'd try to take him from me should die!" The screen quaked, the view flipped, and there was Joanna's twisted face, filling the big screen. The footage cut off abruptly.

And it meant everything. She tucked one foot beneath her, the familiar fabric grounding her as she glanced down at the book again. The margin notes. The faint crease on the cover. The ghost of someone else’s love for it, layered now with her own. “I haven’t felt like myself in a long time,” she admitted, surprised by how easily the words came. How ready they were. “Like I’ve been… dimmed. Muted. But this..” Her fingers pressed against the cover. “This makes me feel like pieces of her are coming back.”

I want to forget the fucking world right now. “I didn’t like you touching Ghost.” He growls lowly as he breaks our kiss. He grabs a fist full of my hair to pull my head back, exposing my neck. “I didn’t like touching him. I feel dirty because of it.” I admit. I feel so nasty on the inside and the outside that I had to flirt with Ghost. Touching him made my skin crawl. I hated watching Ghost eye fuck me every ten minutes or so. I think that slimball would have had his tongue down my throat if he wasn't busy packing drugs. The second I sat down next to Ghost, I realized Zane was right. Ghost would drug me to rape me or worse. Ghost isn’t a good person. He’s the type of slimball that drugs wome

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

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.

My subconscious sang furiously, forcing a staggered breath from my parted lips. I love you, Ricardo. The words hung heavy on the tip of my tongue, weighing heavy in my heart. Those words, I hated so much, and yet, there were meant for the man I wanted so much to hate. But it was almost impossible to hate a person like Ricardo. He was the true definition of perfection. Everything about him had sucked me in so aimlessly until I completely surrendered myself to him. No wonder they called him Ghost, he was not a man to be seen, but one to be felt. And I felt all of him in me. The fire he lit in my soul was never burning out. This man here was the death of me.