Ghost Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Sort of.” Rome’s expression doesn’t change, but his mouth tightens slightly. “Okay.” “That night—at your party—I couldn’t… you know.” He nods. “I remember.” “It wasn’t you. It was me.” “You were cheating?” “It felt like that. He’s my ex.” He sighs. “And now?” “We’re not together,” I say. “But he’s still in my life. It’s messy. I’m sorry for ghosting.” Rome shrugs like it doesn’t matter. It clearly does. “It’s whatever.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know.” He still looks shocked. “I can’t believe they would actually cheat on us. Especially not with each other. Would they? That’s still considered cheating, isn’t it?” “What do we do?” “Go in there and ask to join them, bonehead.” Ghost urges. “Bro, I’m half a second from blocking you.” I warn him. “You wanna figure out how to deal with the imaginary exploding bombs and mouth full of blood by yourself?” “You’re turning into a fucking buzzkill like Saint and Bronx.” He gets a last word in and lays down to pout.

not something someone with a gun should see before their morning coffee. "No, Victoria called. They need you to come in, something about Friday night rush ." poor Will, hated Cassie going into the hospital so late, despite knowing the blonde could handle herself. He still worried about his girlfriend. William had never been in a relationship this serious or even thought himself capable of it. There were times he was terrified just thinking about it. He vaguely remembered a talk his grandfather had given him about "finding the one." He could, with complete certainty, say that Cassie was his one.

She had handed them over as a gift to the man she was actually engaged to. I couldn't listen anymore. My steps faltered as I stumbled into the restroom. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Henry. [Chris, when are you coming back? My fiancee stopped by and left. Otherwise, I really would have loved to introduce you two.] I stared at my reflection. My face was pale. I splashed cold water on myself, trying to clear my head. Slowly, I walked back out. Henry was humming to himself. When he saw me, he looked me straight in the eyes with a knowing smirk.

I asked her as I took a sip out of my gin cocktail. “No and I am sure you are Gideon Patton” she laughed, she took her hand away from me. “Yeah…” I stared down at my phone again, the woman leaned on the counter and my gaze fell on her. Then to her exposed cleavage, if I wasn't in a fake relationship. She is the type of woman I do hook up with. “Is your girlfriend with you?” She asked, my eyes snapped to her face. “No, she is not” I answered her,

I kissed him back just as hard, nails raking down his chest, tearing at his shirt. I shoved him back an inch, gasping. “So let me get this straight. This isn’t real. You created it. And dragged me in?” He licked his lips, tasting me still. “Something like that. Call it… a ghost world.” I stared at him. “So what? You’re a ghost?” His grin turned wicked. “Yes,” he said, stepping close again, hands already sliding down my body. “A ghost that can fuck.” His mouth crashed into mine again, and this time I didn’t push him away.

Then the rider lifted both hands. Not in surrender. With caution. Like someone approaching a wounded animal. Their voice came out distorted through a modulator. “Ghost,” they said softly. Everything inside me stilled. Only three people ever called me that. One was dead—Saint. One should’ve been dead—Shade. And the third… The third was an ally long buried in the dark. A ghost from my old life. The rider reached up and slowly—very slowly—removed their helmet. My breath caught.

“What? Is that your way of asking if a guy approached me or not?” “Obviously. Girl, you are so damn gorgeous. There is no way in hell that not even one dude noticed you.” “Look, nothing happened okay? I just stayed in my room most of the time. So, there was no bird….” “Fly.” She interrupted. “Fly perching on any porch, okay?” I usually would tell her the truth. But he was not someone that was worth talking about. He was that one part my trip I wish never happened. “We both know that’s a lie. I remember you telling me last time that you met someone but you didn’t get to tell me who it was.”

You thought I was molested last night. I smirked at my own thoughts. My finger played with the fork while staring at him. He isn't the man I usually like, actually. The boyfriends I had were the school’s bad boy, rockstar, rich spoiled heir, and often the ones I met at the bar. In short, I always like anyone like me. But last night, Greco broke the record. He's very different from my long list of exes. I could see it in the air and his actions.