To Love A Ghost Novels & Stories

- Yeah. "Here it dwarfs all the others, and attracts me not by its whiteness, but by the festival of blooming in the garden of heaven. Why do you think everyone is looking at her? "Because she's special?" "No, because it's the closest star to us. We love those who are near us, not those who are on the other side of the world. - So, do you love me? "Yes, but there's a big but." I am a Ghost, I am nobody, because I dream to you.

Liam said, pointing to his younger self, "didn't know what love was. He thought love was a trophy. He thought it was easy." He looked at her. "He didn't know what it was to lose everything. He didn't know what it was to fight for a family." He squeezed her hands. "I'm not him anymore. And Vanessa... she's in love with a ghost. A ghost of a man who died the day you left." Aurora looked at the photo. Then at Liam. He was right. The man in the photo looked... hollow. Shallow. The man in front of her was solid. Scared. Real.

I had seventy-two hours to save the man I hated to love, and the only thing that could help me was the ghost in my head that wanted us both dead. (Watch out for Chapter 202) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.

"Don't ever enter my study again. You're not allowed to touch anything in my room again!" Back then, Liam had spoken to me with a dark expression on his face. Yet, when he turned to hold up the crystal ball, his eyes had been filled with infinite tenderness. He'd shoved me to the floor. When I looked up at him, I unintentionally caught sight of the inscription carved into the base of the crystal ball—"From: Vivi". I thought back to the rather platonic love that Liam and I had shared over the past six years. Liam would say he liked me very much every time, but he would only ever go as far as staring at my lips and holding my hand.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

"Shut up. Don't tell it to anybody. This is why I hate ghosts." My brain which was used to the maximum in the past couple of days started working again. "Then, it would be dangerous for you. Ghosts could kill you easily!" "Isn't that why I am avoiding you?" Jia looked at me bitterly with sharp eyes. "Now that you know, are you going to kill me? Or are you going to possess my body?" Huh? Why would I want to possess her body? "Of course not! Although I look like this, I have pretty eyes! I won't change my body for you!" Lucas said I have pretty eyes, you know!

He joked. A watery laugh broke through my sobs. “Never. There’s no space left in my heart for anyone else. It’s all yours. Always.” “And I’ll make love to you every night,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Even as a ghost. I’ll do it right in front of him before I drag his soul to hell.” I wrinkled my nose, half-laughing, half-disturbed. “Ghost sex? Why are we even talking about me being a widow? And then having sex with your ghost?”

Ghost POV She screams in frustration, kicking at the floor. “Ghost!” I laugh darkly, palming my cock, stroking it as I watch her writhe. “Beg me. Admit I own you. Admit this isn’t infatuation. Admit it’s fucking love.” “Never,” she gasps. “Then I’ll keep you here all night.”

"If no one else wants to be your friend, I'll be your friend. From now on, I've got your back." She scratched her head bashfully when he stared at her. Upon second thought, she unhooked the keychain from her backpack and handed it to him with a dimpled grin. "Here. This is a friendship gift," she said. At that moment, the seed of love took root in Carter's heart. He had treasured that gift for many years. Now, staring at the keychain for what felt like an eternity, Carter finally placed it into a box. Sealing the box felt like he was storing away the love he had harbored for Misty over the past decade.

I close the distance between us, feeling the need rise up within me along with a surge of pure lust. Her lips claimed mine, igniting the fire I'd come to crave. But as the heat surged, her face faded, replaced by another — a thought, an image, uninvited but persistent. The stranger from the night before, good lord, not again! I couldn’t shake the pull, not even here. Vanessa's touch grounded me, but the stranger's shadow loomed larger. Who was she, and why couldn’t I shake the feeling that our story was far from over.