Ghost Boyfriend Romane & Geschichten

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

It was the exact geometric design from the wall. "The man at the club with Maya and her friends had this exact chain and pendant," she breathed, her face going a ghostly shade of white. "The notes, the creepy gifts, the location tracking… the 'R' was for Rhys. Rhys Blackwood has been stalking me." The playful fiancé died in that moment. My blood boiled. Rhys Blackwood. The man who had grabbed her wrist at the party. The man I’d punched. He hadn't just been an arrogant tech rival; he was a predator who had been hunting my woman under my own nose.

Who exactly are you referring to? I sent the message, watching it deliver. Was this why the first message I received from this number kept coming back to my mind? Why do they keep asking stupid questions Ghost: I can see you are bent on pretending over here. Think I'm a fool? I fucking asked what lies he fed you about your best friend's death. Me: What stupid "he" are you referring to? You're not the only one upset here, I am. You just appeared in my DM talking about my late best friend, speaking in words I don't understand and you're telling me I'm pretending?

I kept it long for years. On the eve of Giselle's return, Jason posted, "Leave my beloved in peace and let her heart lead her to me." At that time, we were still playing the "pretend couple" game. I naturally assumed this was his way of expressing feelings he couldn't say out loud, so I silently liked the post. I thought it would let him know how I felt. The plan I had carefully designed to confess my impure feelings for Jason over the past decade crumbled the next morning when mutual friends in the comments snapped me back to reality.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

His eyes travel from my bare to my chain-marked arms, to the look on my face. “I was going to say something but you were looking pretty focused. Didn’t want to interrupt…….whatever this is.” Ghost’s anger builds again and my claws extended. “What are you doing here” I growled moving towards him slowly. His grin widens, not at all moved by the sight in front of him. “Easy now, Kael. I’m just visiting a friend.” Ghost doesn’t believe him. Neither do I. I can smell Aria’s scent on him……he touched her. Ghost’s voice in my head sharpens to a blade.

the man asked. Marco held out his hands. "I tried." "Clearly not hard enough." "What are you doing here, Ghost?" Marco asked. Ghost, as in the mystery man who'd gotten Vaughn and his girlfriend out of Lebanon along with the others and Ethan? That Ghost? "It appears we have a problem." Ghost gestured at the doors. "You going to invite me in?" "Who are your friends?" Marco asked. Ghost finally glanced over his shoulder. "Interested parties. They won't be joining us."

“Who the heck is Mason?“ She asked. Oops! I had forgotten that she still didn't believe that I was interacting with ghosts and my dumb self had mistakenly mentioned Mason's name during my explanation. “Are you seeing someone now? And you didn't care to inform me?“ I laughed at the thought of me dating Mason. Not like he was bad and not up to standard. No, it was for a different reason entirely. You see, the Mason I know would never for a second think of having an intimate relationship with me. If Cassie had made that statement with Drew's name in it, then, that would have had a hundred percent chance of happening. Why? I still can't get over what had happened between both of us the previous

“You heard me.” I blinked. “The fuck I am.” “You will,” he said, tone flat. “Or Ghost drags your ass back to the strip club .” “You have arms. Use them.” He exhaled through his nose. Slow. “I don’t need my arms, ragazza. I need obedience.” My skin prickled. Ghost wasn’t here. He’d left hours ago to go get Pietro. The hacker. The weird one. The one who kept giving me looks like he wanted to bite me and cry about it after.

Enrique stared at his assistant, wondering she could help his situation before finally saying, "I need your honest opinion about something important, it's not work related, though." Grace wondered what that could be, but smiled before saying, "of course, Sir." "I kind of ghosted my girlfriend since last Saturday and she seems to be mad at me now. What do you suggest I should do?" Enrique asked, quirking his eyebrows. He looked so confused about it, Grace found it really funny because he was always so confident. She also felt flattered because as far as she knew, he had said their relationship was simply a fake one, so she couldn't understand why he was so bothered about the fact that she had