To Love A Ghost Novels & Stories

Even though I'm in the vampire realm, my essence won't change, who I am, how I was born and how I'll die won't change. I never had the affection of a mother, I never knew what mercy was, and I never felt what true love was. Ghost protected me because he didn't want to see me suffer and freed me from fate's control. Strïth keeps me tied to this bond, something I have to be strong to fight, to ignore... 'Does he love me?' I thought. 'What love is?' A concept so strange that I can't even think of an answer. The only act I can consider to be love is Ghost rejecting me.

"Aureliano calls me a child. Ciro looks at me like I'm a broken dog." He drags himself higher until his face is level with mine. His eyes are red-rimmed, swimming with liquid. The pupils are blown wide, swallowing the golden-brown iris. "But you see me, don't you?" He reaches out. His fingers tremble as they touch my cheek. "I think I love you, Ghost." The words land like stones on my chest. Heavy. suffocating. dangerous. I stare at him. I feel a wave of revulsion so strong it tastes like bile.

It was heavy with ghosts, ghosts of love, of loss, of a man still waiting in the dark. Elena closed her eyes and let the ghosts keep her company.

A love that had been twisted into rage by betrayal and death. A love for the silver spring. A love for the man with red hair. A love for… the girl with my brother. The truth was a cold knife in my gut. I was not carrying a demon. I was carrying a ghost. And I had just helped its enemies find its last living hope.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist. My pulse got faster and my temperature – higher. My lips parted slowly and I let her in. Her tongue... Her saliva... And her face were mine for seconds. So there we stood, in a deserted dusty and dark room – out of bound to students, with one of the biggest bullies groaning in pain and the other, knocked out, and me, kissing a… vampire – The love of my life. "Ehm ehm!" Amaya brought us back to reality as she stood at the door.

Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings. Reo looked sadly leaving Jack. He said falling in love is never wrong. However, why is the feeling that Reo is experiencing is considered wrong, and disgusting? Worse yet, the one who said that openly was Jack, the idol of the heart for the past two years. "Jack, I'm always trying to get to you. It doesn't matter how you look at me, because I really love you." *** Jack couldn't understand Reo's attitude lately. Reo was like a man Jack no longer knew. Even though it has been ten years the friendship between the two is fine. Unfortunately, their relationship soured when Reo said he was gay.

I went on about how it was just a fairytale people tried to force into reality…that love was weak and foolish, all because of a misunderstanding. In the end, I had married twice for revenge… but here I was, standing at the altar a third time—for love. And yes, it exists. True, quiet, stubborn love. People call it a ghost…everyone talks about it, but few ever see it. I had. And I wasn’t ever going to let it slip away.

“Don’t you?” “No,” I said. “Not even for a second.” Her body stiffened against mine. “Then why did you go back to Astra?” There it was. The wound that never healed. I exhaled slowly, pressing my forehead to hers. “Because I was stupid. Because I thought I was in love with her. And then after you left, I thought I could erase you by building a life with someone else. But the thing about ghosts is… they don’t leave just because you pretend they’re gone.”

She smiled. “I should thank you. You taught me what it feels like to be fucked like a memory. To be owned by grief. To scream for a man who was never even looking at me.” Her voice thickened. “You used my pussy like a burial ground.” He snapped. Grabbed her wrist. She didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. Her mouth brushed his. “Does it make you hard?” she whispered. “Knowing you fucked your dead lover’s ghost into me? Knowing you made me come on a cock that wasn’t even meant for me?”