Cirice Lyrics Ghost Novels & Stories

In the grand church where her dreams are meant to come true, Belva Moguel’s world shatters in an instant. A damning video plays—Pascha Romanov, the man she’s about to marry, tangled in betrayal with her best friend. The vows remain unspoken, the promises broken before they even begin. Heartbroken, Belva walks away from everything: the man she thought she knew, the family she cherished, and the perfect future she had once envisioned. Five years passed. In San Francisco, Belva rebuilds her life from the rubble of the past, living peaceful days with the big secret she’s been hiding: a little boy the world has never known, let alone his father. Yet, her fragile peace crumbles when destiny thrusts her back into the path of the man who once shattered her heart. A ghost from her past who ignites chaos with a single, reckless night of passion. His intoxicating charm pulls her into a whirlwind she swore she’d never revisit, leaving her reeling from the thunderous echoes of her mistake. Pascha is no longer the man she knew. He has turned into a cold, vengeful figure with a dark charm that shakes Belva's walls. Amidst the chaos, Belva must face the fact that Pascha has another woman by his side, while she desperately protects the secret about their son. As past and present collide, Belva is caught between love, betrayal, and a choice that could destroy everything. Can she hold on to the world she has built, or must she give up everything, once again?  

Book Two of the Luminary Quartet Veronica's life was thrown into turmoil with the beginning of the war and the abrupt loss of her parents. One night of bliss was all she had been granted as compensation before her brother’s best friend absconded without a trace the next morning. Yet, the wheels of fate had already been set in motion, forever changing the course of Ronnie’s life as she struggles to rebuild her future in the South on her own. Ryker had been pushed around his whole life, up until that tragic night that he had fled his home without a backward glance and somehow found himself in the middle of the Northern Province with no recollection of how he had arrived there. Still reeling from the loss, only the effervescent emerald eyes-of who he learned much later was his mate-was able to break him out of the haze that had taken hold. One night was all he got before she became just another ghost that haunted him from his past, but all bets are off now that Ryker is finally returning home to reclaim his rightful role. Tension mounts as secrets are spilled and the elders treachery is further exposed in this riveting sequel to 'Mated to the Alpha of the North.' *Note: While the main characters all receive their HEA in each individual story, I would not recommend reading them out of order due to the overarching storyline that continues throughout them all. ****Warning**** This book is intended for adults 18+ only. There is mature scenes and adult language included. Please read at your own discretion.

"I don't play games, Miss Moretti. I end them." Celine Moretti has a plan after catching her boyfriend with the new beautiful transfer student. It’s simple, really. Step one: Don't cry. Get even. Step two: Seduce the transfer student’s uncle—the icy, terrifyingly handsome Professor Reed—and destroy his niece’s perfect little life. It was supposed to be a game. A little revenge to soothe a broken heart. Celine thought she was the player. She thought Professor Reed was just a target, a rigid academic with a god complex and a stick up his ass. She was wrong. Professor Reed isn't just a teacher. He is Caelum Morano, the ruthlessly efficient Don of the Morano Crime Family. A man who hides in the halls of academia to hunt the shadow organization that butchered his fiancée. He has spent years perfecting his mask of indifference, living a life of cold solitude, surrounded by a loving but dangerous family he keeps at arm's length. Until Celine walks in. She is chaos in red lipstick. She is defiance wrapped in a short skirt. And she looks exactly like the ghost haunting his dreams. He tries to reject her. He tries to scare her away. "You’re playing with fire, little star," Caelum warned, his hand closing around her throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to own. "And I burned down the world a long time ago." "Then burn me," Celine whispered, trembling not with fear, but with a dark, twisted need. "I’d rather burn with you than freeze alone."

All her life, Evangeline knew only one thing: pain. Born from her father’s affair, a living reminder of a mistake, she grew up as a ghost in her own house. Unwanted. Useful only when the cameras were on. Never when love was needed. Then one morning, everything shifted. “Roman De Luca wants to marry your sister. He is too dangerous for her. So you will take her place.” A decision, not a question. And in that moment, Eva finally understood: this wasn’t about protecting her sister. It was the easiest way to erase her. On the day of the wedding, she is pushed forward like someone disposable. A stand-in. Roman De Luca, the feared mafia heir, was known for rage, for cold judgment, for destroying anyone who lied to him. So Eva walks down the aisle with trembling hands, waiting for the moment he exposes her and ends her. But when he lifts her veil, he doesn’t look furious. He looks like a man finally breathing. “I always knew it would be you,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “This was the only way I could have you.” Eva shakes, stunned. “I thought you wanted my sister.” He touches her like she’s something fragile, something rare. “You said it yourself,” he murmurs. “Whatever you have, your sister gets snatched from you. And whatever your sister hates gets dumped on you.” His thumb brushes her cheek, slow, reverent. “So to have you, my queen, I willingly let myself get dumped.”

In the bustling city of Charles State, the world of high fashion and jewelry is about to be turned upside down. Lydia Josephs, the long-lost daughter of the renowned Josephs family, returns to take her rightful place as the MD of Josephs LIFTX. Her elegance and determination captivate the city, but her arrival stirs up old wounds and hidden secrets. Frank Lanka, the charismatic MD of Lanka CULT, is haunted by the ghost of his past. His deceased wife, Ruth, left an indelible mark on his heart, and he has never been able to move on. When Lydia Josephs steps into the spotlight, Frank is struck by an uncanny resemblance—she looks exactly like Ruth. The lines between past and present blur, and Frank is forced to confront the choices he made eight years ago. Lydia, however, has her own secrets. She is Ruth, thought to be dead in a tragic explosion orchestrated by Frank's ex, Dera Pete. Rescued and given a new identity, Ruth has returned as Lydia to reclaim her life and seek justice. Her heart is set on revenge, but she is also drawn to Frank, the man who once broke her heart. As Frank and Lydia navigate the treacherous world of corporate politics and personal vendettas, their chemistry is undeniable. Frank's proposal of a business alliance with Josephs LIFTX is more than just a strategic move—it's a chance to reconnect with the woman who haunts his dreams. But Lydia is wary, knowing that Frank's intentions may not be as pure as they seem. In a dramatic turn of events, Frank's past catches up to him. Dera's jealousy and manipulation threaten to destroy everything he holds dear. As the tension escalates, Frank must choose between his desire for redemption and his fear of losing Lydia forever.

Pretend to be his fiancée. Save her brother’s life. Don’t fall in love with a man who can’t see the truth. Celeste Harper is a master of voices, but her own life is a tragedy. Drowning in the suffocating medical bills for her comatose younger brother, she’s one missed payment away from losing the only family she has left. Until a cold-blooded offer from the city’s most powerful matriarch changes everything. The Task: Step into the designer heels of Vivian Lancaster—the socialite who abandoned her fiancé, Lucian Aldridge, the moment a brutal accident stole his sight. The Target: Lucian. A billionaire CEO turned into a recluse, a man whose bitterness is as sharp as the shards of glass that blinded him. He’s a wounded predator in a gilded cage, and he hates the woman who left him. The Problem: When Celeste speaks, Lucian doesn't just hear his fiancée—he hears the only reason he has left to live. Now, Celeste is trapped in a dangerous game of sensory deception. Every touch is a risk; every whisper is a lie. As she navigates the dark hallways of his estate and the growing, electric tension between them, the lines start to blur. To the world, she’s a gold-digger seeking redemption. To Lucian, she’s the only light in his darkness. But secrets in the Aldridge empire are never buried deep enough. In a world where he can’t see her face, Celeste must decide: how long can she play the role of a ghost before she disappears entirely? Because when the bandages come off and Lucian finally sees the truth—it won’t just be his heart on the line. It will be her life.

Everyone warned me never to fall for Dante Moretti. They said he was the ghost of the Velasco family—an underboss who ordered hits without blinking, his heart colder than the barrel of his gun. But when he bent me over that mahogany desk, his mouth against my ear commanding me to say his name, I was stupid enough to think that was possession. It took me an entire year to see the truth. The photographs locked in his study drawer were never of me. The woman in white waiting for him in the cathedral district on Sunday mornings was never me. The girl who took a bullet for him, the one he called his "salvation"—her name is Elena Abate. And Elena happens to be my stepmother's daughter. My father is trying to sell me to a half-dead Agosti heir for five hundred million to save the family. My stepmother is scheming to erase me from existence entirely. And the man I thought would burn this city to the ground for me? On the day I needed him most, he was lifting Elena up a flight of stairs, cradling her like something sacred. They all thought I was just a pawn to be moved around their chessboard. They were wrong. If Dante can't let go of his precious white moonlight, his "salvation," then I'll become someone else's "widow." If Elena believes she's already won this game, I'll let her watch from the front row as a woman with nothing left to lose burns it all down. My name is Serafina. Remember it. Because I am about to become the reckoning none of them saw coming.

Assortments of emotions were battling inside my heart and mind on the day of my wedding day. I married, my best friend, Liam Stevens, who was 8 years older than me. He was also from a wealthy and known family, "The Stevens" my father's business buddies. Liam became my best friend at the same time as my brother since we were young. He maybe older than me, but I loved him for a very long time. And marrying him was my gigantic fantasy, but the moment it happened, I didn't know what emotions should I feel, I was happy at the same time, I was hurting inside because everything altered when our families disclosed our wedding, it was an arranged marriage, and Liam wasn't happy with our parent's decisions. Liam already has someone in his life, it was, Naila, an exquisite famous model. And I had nothing against her, she was absolutely a perfect woman, while I was only an inexperienced successor of my family a soon to be CEO. Liam was against the wedding, but whether he likes it or not, he married me for the sake of her mother's condition, who has a disease. After the wedding, I tried my best to do what a perfect wife should do, I did everything in the house while studying, but Liam treated me like a ghost and forgotten everything we used to be. He was cold as a block of ice. But one thing changed everything, I found myself sleeping with a stranger, and gotten pregnant... and everything began to turn upside down... I need to hide it from my husband...

"Rule number one, Elodie: You are a guest in my home, not a ghost in my bed. Stay out of my sight, and I might forget you’re the reason my sister is a rebel." Elodie Hart has spent six years running from the shadow of Victor Blackwood—the cold, calculating Alpha King and the overprotective older brother of her best friend, Camille. To the world, he is a billionaire titan; to Elodie, he is the man who had her arrested and banished for being a "bad influence." But when Camille "borrows" the keys to Victor’s private mountain villa for a girls' getaway, the ultimate trespass turns into a midnight nightmare. Victor arrives, unannounced and furious, smelling not just of rain and power, but of a primal pull that screams one terrifying truth: She is his fated mate. In a moment of reckless hate fueled by years of repressed desire, the feud explodes into a white-hot, one-night stand that should have stayed a secret. But Victor doesn’t do secrets—he does possession. He claims her as his "dirty little secret," refusing to let her go while simultaneously denying her the title of Luna. He wants her in his bed, but out of his pack’s history. However, the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. One night of forbidden passion has left Elodie with a secret of her own—a heartbeat that shouldn't exist in her "barren" body. With a rival Alpha circling her like a predator and Camille beginning to suspect the truth, Elodie must navigate a world of pack politics and betrayal. Can she survive being the Alpha’s greatest obsession, or will the weight of their secret destroy the only family she has left?

For five years, I played the ghost in my own marriage. I pressed Julian Daniel’s pristine suits, matched his cufflinks, and sat by the window like a loyal dog, waiting for the "Ice King" CEO to look at me with something resembling desire. Instead, I received clinical kindness and a box containing a gold watch. Every anniversary, the exact same script. It was his way of checking a box - a tax he paid for a life he felt obligated to support. I sacrificed my career as a prima ballerina, shattering my legs to push him out of the path of a speeding car. He didn't marry a wife; he locked away a debt. The anniversary script burned to ash on our fifth year. Standing outside the bathroom door, I heard the raw, unbridled passion Julian had denied me for half a decade. He wasn't breathing my name into the steam. He was choking out the name of his high school heartbreak: Penelope. The betrayal didn't end in our bedroom. It followed me to a high-end restaurant where Julian hosted a private lunch. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, I didn't find a husband willing to defend his wife. I found his childhood friend dragging his foot in a cruel, mocking circle, mimicking my limp to a room erupting in roars of laughter. Penelope doubled over in delight. And Julian? He sat at the head of the table, watching my humiliation with a look of pure, unbothered boredom. “I owe her,” his voice cut through the fading laughter, calm and tired. “I am just trying to pay back a debt.”