Would You Smooch A Ghost Novels & Stories

I asked her. She reached and poked my forehead. “Ghost can’t touch living things,” she said. “Now, let’s go. We have classes,” she added and walked straight ahead of me. How can I get myself acquainted and, most of all, a girl? -0-0-0-

Cold breeze brought goosebumps on their body. "Helllooo dear frieenndd." A ghost whispered, her presence was felt close to Helen. Her presence brought fear to everyone, it sent shivers to everyone's spines. She appeared in a smoky form, each time, she would deliberately fade away or appear in a human form but in a smoky way, without skin, only Helen could see her human form because she only revealed herself to Helen as a result of her closeness to her. Everybody froze staring at the smoky sight fading and coming together.

Neither of us recognizes the cinnamon scent tainting our mate’s perfectly toasted marshmallow scent, but that’s not unusual. “Huh?” She sits up on her elbow. “What do you mean?” “Who had their hands on you? I’ll kill him.” Ghost snaps and snarls at her. I haven’t Leni startle like that in years. My heart clenches at the sight. Ghost is undeterred. “I want to know who it is. NOW!” “Whoa, bro! What the fuck has gotten into you?” I yank hard and pull him back. “Don’t talk to our mate like that. You don’t get to treat her like that.”

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

I snapped, crossing my arms. He grinned and licked his lips. “I can see why he picked you. I’m Ghost, the Beta of Venom,” he said, reaching for my hand. I cringed, but let him take it, he kissed the back of it. Ghost … you certainly will be soon if I can help it. Please don’t haunt me though, that’s all I need. “The walk over here made me get quite a thirst, you have a drink by chance,” I asked, giving my best smile, polite but not overly forced. Something told me this guy didn’t get many females to himself, Beta or not.

"Oh my god!" "You weren't answering earlier. That’s why I need to call your attention. We need to sort things out." He took the plastic bag and then put it on the table. It’s a typical congee and a cup of coffee. I’m not a morning person, but my mouth is watering from the steamy smell of the food and the sweet chocolat—y aroma of the coffee. I was slurping from the bowl of congee when I was distracted by his stares. I realized that I didn’t wash my face or check if I had dirt on my face. Unconsciously, I put my hands on my right cheek and smiled shyly at him.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in a fist as she felt the warm lips of the ghost on her cheek. Her heart was ready to explode and she was at the brink of losing her consciousness. The ghost was kissing her cheek. That wasn't it. The ghost bared his teeth and she felt him softly nibbling on her cheek as if tasting her soft skin. “I’m n...not tasty..” She stammered slowly. She was like an ice statue. The ghost didn't stop there as he laid another kiss on her jaw, another more deep one on her neck. "G.. ghost.. s...stop..." She stammered and next thing the ghost was gone just like puff as she stumbled back in darkness.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

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.