Would You Smooch A Ghost Novels & Stories

she whispered sadly, lifting her gaze to find mine. Her words stirred something inside me, and a tender smile followed on my lips. I closed the space between us and pecked her on the lips. When we broke away, Emily seemed to be disappointed and pouted. "Kiss her properly, your moron!" Ghost hissed from the back of my mind. "She wants some proper and deep smooching!" I dropped my head again, taking her lips hostage. Emily's breathing hitch and her sweet arousal hit my nose. Ghost was going berserk inside my mind, begging me to have him released.

The Ghost Escorts all wore suits, and their looks were always forgettable. Ivan and Abel were pretty unique, they took a step and looked back at her, obviously not feeling at ease. A Ghost Escort I knew came over and said, "Why did you only bring this one today?" "Was it still because of that Jenkins family thing up there?" Ghost Escort said, wanting to light a stick of incense for Abel so they could both have a sniff. Oh right, the way souls socialized was by smelling incense, which was kind of like cigarettes in the Mortal Realm, but better than cigarettes.

I stammered, confused and frozen in place, as he opened his arms. “You can come hug me. I guarantee I'm not a ghost.” He smiled even more. I stood up, running, jumping over the hammock, heading into his arms, hugging him so tightly, afraid that it was just a dream or a hallucination. “But if you keep squeezing me like this, I might become one.”

Makes me hot. I walked to open my bedroom window, then after opening it, I sat in front of the window while feeling the gentle breeze across my face. Refreshing. Without realizing it, someone was looking at me. When I looked towards the front window, I found a flirtatious ghost smiling down at me. I admit that smile is very, sexy. But Alex's smile is sexier. Ahh no no, Justin Bieber I mean. I stuck out my tongue at him. He only replied with a lecherous look. Ohh, you flirty ghost.

Instead, he poured another glass. “Drink,” Ghost muttered, his voice rough. “Before I start thinking too much.” Luca’s smile flickered, soft, almost grateful. He took the glass and raised it. “To old ghosts?” “To staying alive long enough to bury them,” Ghost replied. They clinked glasses and drank. The whiskey burned on the way down, sweet and fierce. Luca leaned back against the wall, exhaling slow. Ghost sat beside him on the edge of the bed, shoulders barely touching, both of them staring at nothing for a while.

"Free hugs limited to one per ghost. Anyone?" After a round of hugging, head-pats, and shoulder squeezes, my arms were sore. I felt oddly embarrassed, like I'd just been sold off to a cat cafe for customer service. "Humans are really warm and squishy! I want one as a pillow!" "So this is what a hug feels like… I'm gonna cry." "I knew humans were fluffy, but Jack and his shiny bald head insisted humans were smooth like him! Liar!" "I'm offering big money to hire a human hugger! One hug a day keeps the doctor away!"

"The makeup that works for humans doesn't work well for ghosts. Soft, natural looks rarely hold up on dead skin. We want to highlight your strengths and showcase what makes you unique. "From a powerful, commanding vibe to a vintage look, sweet-and-cool style, icy elegance, or retro flair, I'll guide you through several options so you can find the one that suits you best." "And of course, don't forget skincare. Ghosts love being out at night, but staying up late is terrible for your skin. Try to stick to a healthy sleep schedule whenever you can."

She looked at the condemned, smoking building, then back at me, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You know," she panted, her hands sliding up to my neck, her touch the only thing that felt real in a world of ghosts. "I think I’m going to need a very large glass of wine before we audit the next secret basement you've been hiding." "And a shower. A very long shower," I muttered, my mouth finding hers in a hard, grounding kiss that tasted of smoke, rain, and the future.

They got to the elevator and he pressed the button. "I still don't get it." Scar shook his head, after a while of thinking. "What exactly will I be doing? I mean, if you're gonna be fucking her…" He paused, grinning sheepishly. Ghost frowned at the smirk on his face. "What?" "I think I finally do get it." Scar chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows. "Get what?" "You wanna do a threesome? Want me to join in your hot fuck session that might go down tonight?" "Have you lost your goddamn mind?" Ghost seethed, clenching his fist.

Jay greeted grumpily as he walked to sit at the table. “Who missed me!!!” Everyone turned immediately they heard a loud voice from behind Rose. “Sorry I startled you all, my bad” Crystal giggled happily like something was going to happen that day. “And the queen herself came down only to scare us like a ghost” Rose teased as she began to dish out the food into their different plates. “Come on mom, it was a prank” Crystal announced before she sat down on her seat. “Yeah I see, a prank that could take us to our early graves I guess” Her mom returned.