Would You Smooch A Ghost Novels & Stories

"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

" 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.

Ghost grunted, “tell me you don’t want me on my knees for you.” “I do,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “I want you, Ghost. Please touch me. Get on your knees for me.” As though my consent had set off something in his head, Ghost retrieved his fingers, his darkened orbs locked on mine as he slid the coated fingers into my parted lips. I breathed shakily, my lips enclosing around his fingers, my tongue twirling around the tips, dragging a moan out of Ghost’s throat. I released his fingers with pop and he immediately leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a ghostly manner, shoulders tense and face tight with discomfort.

he smirks I gasp "Oh my God, you didn't-, I swear when we get home I'll-" Blondie exclaims "Who are you freaking talking to!, you're scaring me!" she looks at me with a frightened "Uhmm is it a good time to tell you I see a ghost?" I shrug She gives me a confused look

With a gust of wind, the thick black smoke whistled out of the flask again. The black smoke condensed into a contorted face the size of a basin. It would alternate between looking resentful and laughing maniacally. “That thing is out again!” Sam, William, and Bianca were horrified. After all, they had witnessed that thing devouring Keagan’s flesh right in front of them. “Is this the legendary spirit-raising method? It’s so scary. I didn’t think that this existed…” “A ghost!” “My precious, eat his flesh and drink up his blood!” Einswald pointed at Chase and ordered the black smoke.

He said with finality. “Thank you for the concern” I said to him as I shook his hand. “Always a pleasure Ms. De Cheney” he said, he then kissed my hand like we were in an old-fashioned movie. I blushed and he smirked. He walked out of the house, and I felt a loss at his leaving I could not understand. I shrugged my shoulders. Ghost Adventures says “There are things in this world that we do not understand” this is the feeling I am getting right now. I do not understand how I feel connected to them on a spiritual level, and I doubt I will ever know.

I reach out to rip the restraints open, only to hiss when I realize it’s silver. “So, you were a werewolf, like me. I’ll be back. I won’t leave you like this.” I really have no idea if talking out loud matters, if there’s a spirit that can hear me, or if I’m just trying to calm myself. Either way, I continue to talk to whatever ghosts are in this place, ripping open restraints when they aren’t silver. There’s always a gust of wind when I do, making me think that maybe Malcolm is right about the ghosts.

You could’ve powered the city with the drama pouring out of her. “OH MY GOD. YOU HAVE A MARK.” “It’s not a mark!” “It is! That’s a KISS MARK. A—oh my God—it’s a LIP-GHOST.” My eye twitched. “What the hell is a lip-ghost?!” “A ghost of a kiss! A spiritual smudge of sin!” “I will throw you out the window.” She collapsed onto her bed in manic laughter, legs flailing like a dying insect. “Alina. You’re so dead. You definitely weren’t with Nick. WHO WERE YOU WITH?!”

╭───────────────╮ Me: What would you do if you were here right now? ╰───────────────╯ I watched the typing bubble pop up immediately, and then disappear. And then it came through. He was in the mood to play. ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: I’d rip that towel off with my teeth, Red. Have you bent over before you even took a breath. You’d be begging to be fucked before I was even inside you. ╰───────────────╯ I felt a rush of heat curl low in my belly. It was exactly the kind of response I’d wanted.

he instructed, with a scary voice. I moved over to the next person. I was sweating as I was hoping it won't be a hard task. Then he 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. Soi, 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.” he explained, with a smile.