True Real Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

"Are you serious? A ghost, for real?" "I swear, I met her in the house and I thought the agent mistakenly rented the space to the two of us but then I called him over to sort out the situation and he didn't see her. I am the only one that can see and talk to her, it's crazy bro but it's true." I explained. "Are you sure you are not confusing your made up character realities on your story with real life?" He asked curiously and I started laughing. "I know that I am a writer and I make up things a lot but this is different, she's even here right now. This is serious man, she didn't even know she was dead until I showed up."

Roe, Lupus and Gunner all glared at him at the same time. “I’m sorry” he coughed as he swallowed his laugh. “We’re telling ghost stories now? You can’t be serious” he exclaimed sarcastically. His tone and face were smothered in animosity and disbelief. “I know I'm still new to all this, but weren’t True Mates considered to be a myth as well?” I asked while eyeing Daniel. His expression changed and he frowned slightly. “That’s different” he grumbled and turned away. “So this Were, what’s his name?” I asked, turning back to Roe.

“Take your clothes off. No touching” He did,his shirt unbuttoned ,pants came unzipped, everything was kicked away, he became naked, already hard, and waiting. His cock thick and throbbing, the tip already leaking precum, he stood there, his eyes locked on hers, breathing heavy. She stepped closer, close enough that their bodies almost touched. Her nipples brushed his chest, his cock pressed against her stomach. She felt him twitch. “Truth or dare.” “Dare.” “Kiss me. No hands and touching

Once he was inside the lobby, eyes turned in his direction, conversations dimmed to silence as the air shifted around him, bending to the weight of his presence. "We'll take the private elevator Boss" Jace said and led him into the elevator. While they were there, something seemed to come to Lucien's mind. "Jace?" "Yes Boss?" "Are ghosts real?" he asked. "Do you believe in them rather?" Jace gave a start. What's with the question? But he still answered. "Well, I don't do superstitions Boss. I don't believe in them". Lucien nodded slightly. "Then, they don't exist"

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

Angel “Oh please, Rita, stop these stories. They are not true,” Mat said, his voice cutting through the tension and pulling me out of my thoughts. “They are,” Rita insisted, folding her arms across her chest. Mat let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Because your cousin said it’s true?” he teased. “Let me ask you a question, have you ever seen a ghost before?” “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. I gasped softly, turning to look at her.

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead