Ghost Psychic Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You really want me to worship you? well guess what? When I get on my knees, spread your legs apart, and dive into your gushing core with my tongue, and you grab my hair from behind, screaming, oh God! That is worship!" Vlad bellowed. For the first time ever, Ivy went tongue-tied. Ivy Greene hates men. It's not just a phase, or a front. She actively hates them. All her life, she has lived, surrounded by women. Most importantly, her grandmother who taught her to hate men. So when she finds a man in her living room, and her grandmother tells her he is her betrothed, her first reaction is to faint. She wakes up in a wedding gown, all dolled up, with a note plastered on the mirror in the strange room. The moment she crosses through the door, her entire life changes as she steps into the world of Vladimir Bratva, the youngest, yet most feared mafia lord in the world. Vladimir is taken aback by her venomous tongue she wastes no time using to show him just how little she thinks of men. He's only used to men hating him, so she's an amusing development. Both strong-headed, they clash in every way. But the most explosive way is between sheets, where Vladimir shows Ivy the kind of results passionate hate can produce. Her perspective starts to shift. Because how can the same kind of person she has been groomed to hate, make her scream so much, and not in anger? Just when she begins to rethink her orientation, the ghost of their ancestral past, intertwined in the most toxic way, resurrects. Sending them on a ride that changes everything.

"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran’s past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran’s attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.

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.

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.

When Aveline, once the beloved Luna of Whispering Woods, is betrayed by the very man she called her mate, she is left shattered and alone. Alpha Killian, blinded by old loyalties and manipulated by Morgana, his ruthless first mate, casts Aveline aside—unaware of the powerful secret she carries. Fleeing into the Northern Highlands with her unborn children, Aveline seeks refuge far from the pack that turned its back on her. But whispers of danger are never far behind. As Morgana’s cruel reign tightens its grip, a divided pack begins to fracture. Old allies emerge from the shadows, and whispers of rebellion spread through the oneunited pack. The Blood Moon ritual approaches—a sacred event that will solidify Morgana’s rule or see her downfall. Haunted by guilt and torn between his duty and his heart, Killian grapples with the choice he made, even as the memory of Aveline lingers like a ghost he cannot forget. But when Morgana’s dark intentions become clear, Aveline must make a fateful decision: stay hidden in safety, or risk everything to protect the pack she once called home. With her children’s secret abilities and the fate of Whispering Woods at stake, Aveline faces the ultimate battle for justice and redemption. As old alliances are tested and new betrayals come to light, the question remains—can she reclaim what’s been lost, or will Morgana’s darkness consume them all? Forsaken by the Alpha King is a tale of love and vengeance, power and redemption, where divided loyalties and hidden secrets collide in a world ruled by ancient magic and ruthless ambition. But in Whispering Woods, not all battles are fought with claws and fangs—some are fought in the heart.

"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?

I am Elias Vance, and my life is a well-oiled lie. I don’t build empires; I dismantle them. For years, I’ve served the shadowy organization known only as The Syndicate, trained to be their most effective weapon—a corporate ghost who infiltrates, exploits, and destroys. My latest target is Thorne Corp, a multi-billion-dollar tech conglomerate, and the man at its helm: Julian Thorne. Julian is everything I despise on principle: cold, impossibly wealthy, and guarded by a fortress of privilege. He is also the key to The Syndicate’s grand prize, and my mission is simple: get close, expose his vulnerabilities, and trigger a catastrophic failure that leaves Thorne Corp in ashes. The plan was airtight until I saw the cracks in his perfect facade. The closer I get, the more I realize the aloof CEO is carrying a burden heavier than his fortune—a legacy steeped in secrets and a profound, aching loneliness that mirrors my own. Every late night in his office, every accidental touch, every shared secret drags me deeper into the man I’m supposed to hate. The line between my duty and my desire doesn't just blur; it dissolves entirely. Now, The Syndicate is closing in, demanding the destruction I promised. I have access codes, damning information, and a clear shot to finish the mission. But completing it means condemning Julian and myself to a future where trust is impossible. To save him, I have to betray my masters. To save myself, I have to risk everything I know. In this game of corporate war, I am the obsidian proxy, caught between two powerful forces, and my only way out is a choice that will either end a dynasty or cost me my life.

Jax couldn’t believe how it felt to finally touch her the way that he wanted to. She was warm and sweet, and her response was incredible. Total surrender; aching want; hot need. He’d never have guessed that Sarah would give over so completely, and he kissed her over and over again, loving how she tasted. He finally pulled back, fighting with himself to do so. He opened his eyes and saw that hers were still closed. Her mouth was swollen and she trembled against him a bit. He ran his fingers through her curls, brushed her hair back from her gorgeous face. “Open your eyes, baby,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “Look at me.” **** Jax Hamill rebuilt his life on grit, dumb luck, and a refusal to look back. The past is buried. The bar is profitable. The house, truck, and bike are his. So is the no-strings sex in a back room he never plans to clean up. Jax lives for now. Everything is temporary.... until she isn’t. Sarah Matthews is drowning in responsibility. Overworked, overstretched, and painfully single, her life is a color-coded calendar of obligation. She doesn’t need romance. She needs escape....just once. Just long enough to remember who she was before life tightened the leash. Their deal is simple: no future, no promises, no feelings. Just heat. Just fun. Just temporary. Then a ghost from Sarah’s past crashes the fantasy – and turns desire into a battlefield. As Sarah fights to reclaim her life, Jax is forced to face the man he used to be, the man he pretends to be, and the man he might become… if he dares to want something real.

He bought her with blood money. She came with secrets that could start a war. JAX "REAPER" is the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.President of the ruthless Blackfangs MC, he rules the streets with iron fists and brutal retribution. His bike is his freedom. His daughter is his soul. And love? That died the day he buried his wife.So when a desperate gambler offers him a woman as collateral for a debt, Jax doesn’t want complications.But then he sees her . SARAH LANGSTON is silence wrapped in bruises. A ghost in her own skin. She doesn’t flinch—she freezes. Doesn’t beg—just obeys . But her eyes tell a story too broken to speak.Jax takes the deal.What starts as a cold transaction becomes something neither of them expects. She’s not just a shattered woman—she’s a survivor of something darker than Jax imagined. And the closer he gets to uncovering the truth, the more dangerous it becomes.Because Sarah isn’t just running from her past. She’s the reason his enemies have come back with a vengeance. When his eight-year-old daughter is kidnapped , Jax will burn the world to find her.And if the Vultures think they can use Sarah as leverage?They’re about to learn why Reaper earned his name. 💣 WARNINGThis is not a love story. This is a war between trauma and tenderness. Between dominance and devotion. Between a biker king and the broken girl who just might bring him to his knees.If you crave dark romance with brutal MC drama, damaged heroines, savage heroes, and heart-wrenching twists— Reaper's Ride will be your next obsession.

Eleanor thought she was everything to Henry. For three years, she was his constant—his quiet support, his emotional anchor. But when the woman he truly loves returns to the city, everything shatters. “I’ve been chasing her ghost,” Henry confesses, leaving Eleanor to pick up the pieces of a love that was never hers to begin with. In the glittering world of Manhattan’s elite, Eleanor finds herself trapped in a toxic relationship with a man who can’t let go of his past. After overhearing a conversation that reveals Henry’s betrayal, Eleanor is left questioning everything she thought she knew about love—and herself. With her heart shattered and her future uncertain, she turns to an unlikely solution: an arranged marriage to Jasper Blackwood, the stoic heir to a powerful family she’s known her whole life. But leaving Henry isn’t as easy as it seems. Jasper’s steady presence stirs something in Eleanor, something she hasn’t felt in years—security, respect, and a growing attraction. Yet, the pull of her past refuses to loosen its grip. As Henry desperately tries to win her back, Eleanor must confront the deepest fears she’s kept buried: Will she ever truly be able to trust again? And, more importantly, can she move on from a love that never truly belonged to her? In a world where wealth and power dominate, Eleanor’s journey to reclaim her self-worth is a battle she never saw coming. Will she finally choose herself—and the man who has always been there—or will her heart remain tethered to a past that can never be hers? The choice is hers. But will it be enough to heal a heart shattered by betrayal?