Would You Smooch A Ghost Novels & Stories

"It's not important how I make it this far. I am truly sorry for scaring you. I usually maintain my distance at night since the demon inside of me was more rampant at night. I will stay outside so I won't bother you. Please continue in your rest." The female ghost bowed at me and started to walk away. "Hold on!" The burned fingers that were holding the tent's zipper halted. She looked back at me. "May I ask what are you trying to do when you came to my bed? Are you perhaps...wanted to eat me?" If it was a normal romance novel, perhaps what I said could cause misunderstanding and a bit romantical. But I mean it literally. The female ghost lowered her head. "...You smell different than others.

“Hi, I am Patrick and you? He asks with his sexy smiles and his beautiful set of teeth that can never let a girl say no. “ Nice to meet you “ she also says looking straight into his eyes with her sexy beautiful eyes and they shake hands and Patrick uses his fingers to scratch the middle of her palm and slowly let go of her hands looking into her eyes and she already understood what he means by scratching the middle of her palm. She knows he is trying to give her some green light that he likes her and would like to know her more. “ May I know the name of the beautiful and sexy standing in front of me” he says.

Ask her if she's okay at least. Just as the thought ran through her mind, she caught a glimpse of the black mole at the corner of his eye. “ What's your name?” Tamara asked, finally breaking the eerie silence, “ Ghost,” he replied, cold and sharp, “ Eh? Ghost? Like a ghost that's supposed to be an invisible spirit?” She asked with a chuckle but he didn't even crack. His expression remained the same, still and cold, and it made Tamara feel uneasy. ‘ No way, he can't possibly be a ghost, right? I mean do ghost drive cars?’ She eyed him as she subconsciously curled into herself, away from him, but what happened next surprised her.

Then she peered into my eyes and smiled. “All I need now is an iced cream from your world. I want it from those who sell on the roadside or streets. They have an iced cream stand. So, whichever one you want to get it from, you will see a customer ordering two, but another one would appear which only you can see, and it will be shuffled so fast. You have only one chance to pick the iced cream for ghosts. If you pick the wrong one, you'll fail.” She explained, with a smile.

"I was wondering when you'd show up." The beast's attention turns to her, and Ghost-me doesn't flinch. Instead, she steps forward, arms spread wide in welcome. "Hello, sister. I've been keeping them ready for you." The beast's mouth—my mouth, scaled up to impossible proportions—curves in a smile that holds the weight of futures already lived. When it exhales, Ghost-me dissolves into silver mist and flows into its lungs like she's coming home.

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

That dangerously cute thing has no intention of stopping even to breathe a little. The little one used the old trick again, luckily I already have the silver knife here, I got it back from Jamaica. This silver bullet not only has a physical effect, but it can kill those ghosts. When I fainted, of course I got some sleep, so my body also got a lot more positive. I feel that the time when I practice forgetting to eat is really useful. Can't celebrate after the victory just now, I have to say my tornado attack from above was too perfect. It doesn't look angry.

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it