Would You Smooch A Ghost Novels & Stories

I lie. I swear that if there’s even a hint of a ghost I’ll be using my super speed to get the hell out of here. The living I can deal with, the dead are not. Unless it was Josie as a ghost, she’d make a hot ghost. Mace too, he’d pull off that dead look so well and we’d have hot ghost sex. Can ghosts even have sex? “Theo!” Josie shouts. “Huh?” “I said step back, you are standing on footprints,” she says, and I look down at my feet.

“But the damned pups aren’t mine.” Grabbing his t-shirt, I lift him off the ground effortlessly, and he struggles against my hold, confusion spreading on his face. “What the hell are you?” “Yeah, I’m not going to have this conversation with a nobody like you,” I answer with a chuckle. Calling Ambros, I let the black smoke rise along my arm before letting it distribute onto Giorgio’s body. He screams in extreme agony as I start breaking every single bone in his body and finally let him fall to the ground like the boring plaything he is.

She spat out her food to the side and coughed in shock. She patted her chest, to calm her down. Her throat and nose burning, it looked like there some rice that slip into her nose. It felt realy sore. She looked at the ghost while continuing to cough. Her throat felt itchy and sore at the same time. The ghost man looked very worried. Did he just speak, thought Ria. “I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you. Have a drink first.." She heard the voice of the ghostly figure.

"You look like a ghost again." "I feel like one." "You aren't a ghost," Spadino says fiercely. He grabs my hand, pressing it to his chest. I feel his heart hammering against his ribs—fast, chaotic, alive. "Ghosts don't throw up. Ghosts don't bleed. You are real." He kisses my knuckles. Then he kisses my palm. Then he presses his mouth to the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse. "Real," he whispers against my skin.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.

I couldn't do a thing. Soon, the livestream was cut off due to graphic content. I could still hear my sister's screams echoing in my ears. Adeline smiled—a victorious, satisfied smile. She finally called it off. Her men dragged my sister from the inferno. Adeline grabbed her by the chin, gripping her burnt, reddened face. "Let's see if your heartless brother shows up now. "But my patience is wearing thin. He'd better surface before Nicky and I tie the knot—or the three of you can reunite in the ground."

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He was doing his best to make it sound unappealing, and he was doing an excellent job. “As long as there’s a way out, I don’t mind ghosts.” Even if they existed, what were they going to do? Scare me to death? The thing I’ve never understood about ghosts is, if they can touch you, then you can touch them, preferably with a big stick with nails in it. And if they can’t touch you, who cares? “I’m willing to chance it.” I took a step towards the ladders, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I winced. I had a bruise on that shoulder, thanks to a certain assassin with gender issues.

but to her surprise he did not make any negative comments, he even offered his hand and greeted her, and even wished her a good luck on her interview. ‘Was that for real?’ she couldn’t get enough of it, he had the smoothest hands ever, she wanted so much to wipe the smirk off her face with her puny little fists. She moved a bit slower to get enough sniff of his cool perfume. She turned around and winked at Marcy, All these in one day, he said hello, did not get upset with me, greeted me and now a good luck wish, she was super excited. She sniffed her hand with admiration. She was never going to wash it.