To Love A Ghost Novels & Stories

She couldn't stop them. He crossed the room. Knelt in front of her. "I love you, Maya. More than anyone I've ever known. More than I thought I was capable of loving." "I love you too." "I know. But I also know that love isn't always enough." "What are you saying?" He took both her hands. "I'm saying that I can't compete with a ghost. I can't fight someone who isn't even here. I can't keep giving you everything I have and watch you give me only the pieces that are left over."

“Because something smells like desperation.” “Maybe it’s just her perfume,” Raya giggled. “Eau de Rejection.” The three of them loomed over me now. Loveth’s shadow touched the tips of my sneakers. “Still waiting for Ashton to glance your way, huh?” Loveth whispered, leaning down so only I could hear. “Still thinking he sees you?” I bit the inside of my cheek. The pain grounded me. “You know, he told me the other day,” she continued, voice syrupy and cruel, “that having you in the house is like having a ghost. One that just... hovers.”

"He'd never believe me now. Not ever. Sara's got him completely convinced that I'm this terrible person. She's spent years and years making sure he'll never trust anything I say. If I tried to tell him the truth now, he'd just think I was making up more lies to try to make myself look better." "This is like..." Sally squeezes my hand even tighter. "It's like you're living with a ghost or something. Like the person you used to know isn't there anymore, but you still have to see them every single day." "Yeah," I say, and my voice sounds all weird and wobbly again. "Except this ghost totally hates everything about you. And you still..." I have to stop for a second and try to swallow the lump in

to one wall and a stray cat—a ball of grayish fur—that dashed through the rubble with a low hiss. With a slow exhale Eleanor released a cloud of mist into the cool air. Too much imagination she whispered to herself her trembling voice revealing her lack of conviction. She emitted a short trembling laugh that reverberated uncannily in the quiet. However she continued to feel as though someone was following her sneakily like an unseen hand stroking the back of her neck. Her father Theodore had always been amused and frustrated by her vivid imagination which she had always maintained. How many times as a child had she pleaded with him to tell her stories about ghosts and creatures that lurked

The portal opened like a sigh, He stepped into a garden overgrown with sorrow, The Archive didn’t look like a building. It looked like a heart cracked open, stone ribs arching into the sky, vines curling around monuments built to lovers who had never met, or never stayed. The scent of wilted roses and rusted promises filled the air, A ghost greeted him at the gates. She wore a wedding dress stitched from unsaid goodbyes. “You seek the fragment,” she said softly. “I seek my daughter.” The ghost wept soundlessly. “Then you must give me a love you swore would never fade.”

My breathing came ragged, uneven, each thrust sending a jolt of sensation through me that only sharpened the ache she was digging into my chest. Her fingers slipped in the back of my hair, gripping hard as she leaned in, her forehead pressing against mine. Her moans mixed with my gasps, her lips brushing against my mouth. I was losing it, losing myself to her, to this. “Do you even know why Ghost exists?” she kissed my lips and I tried to kiss her back but she didn't let me, “He exists because it was easier to let him carry the weight of what she did to you. Ghost exists because Alessandro couldn't handle it. Ghost is anger, pain, hate, the things you weren’t allowed to feel. The things you

That I was only here to give him heir. "Vampires cannot fall in love with humans." Tears started stinging in my eyes as I walk towards Alex. " It's Forbidden."

"You betrayed everyone, Ethan. You let your thirst for revenge put you to this pain you brought upon me and yourself. I loved you, Ethan, I loved you genuinely.” I wiped my tears and said boldly. “But not anymore. I hate you so much that if I were to hold a gun I would kill you myself." As I spoke, a bitter taste laid on my tongue. The fact that the man I had formerly loved had orchestrated a crooked game of manipulation and dishonesty left scars that ran deeper than any physical crack. "You destroyed everything, Ethan. I can not forgive you for that."

What I find instead is my heart, my soul, the love of my life. “Mate.” She says and it makes my heart sing again. It’s just like it was that day beside the lake and I have to let her know that I still feel our mate bond, so I repeat it back to her before racing to her and taking her in my arms. My lips capture hers and I’m surrounded by her scent, her delicious scent of orange and ginger. It feels so good to have her back in my arms that I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. When I finally pull back, I see her azure blue eyes looking at me with so much love. I feel my heart and soul heal as I’m reunited with my mate, my life, my love.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.