Found 5 lovely ghost Stories

She was born into a cage of blood and lies.
Selena Rossi knows two things: her mafia don father’s empire is built on corpses, and her mother’s killer walks free.
He’s the ghost in her nightmares.
Rook. Her father’s deadliest shadow. A name whispered in fear. An assassin without a face… until he’s forced into her light as her 24/7 bodyguard.
Mutual hatred is their shield.
Trapped together as bullets fly, Selena sees the flicker of pain behind his ice-cold eyes. He sees the crack in he...

Nicholas Derick Alcantara is filthy rich, incredibly good-looking , arrogant and every woman's fantasy. Stacey Ledesma is sultry, extremely alluring and every man's desire. The real Stacey is very simple, a bit shy and never had a boyfriend. But because of her job, she has to act and look sexy. Because of his wrong impression of her, Nick planned to teach her a lesson . He hates her kind. She has a reputation of being a flirt. A virgin will be ravished by a sexy as hell Casanova who thinks the w...

Crystal. An orphan who lost her parents at a very early and tender age got the chance to be the secretary of the ruthless billionaire who's name was Red.
She disliked him and he didn't like seeing her around him but then tragedy struck. Red was attacked by someone and he went into coma at the spot. He followed his body to the hospital and when he got there, he discovered he was going to die soon.
He didn't like the fact that he was going to die without knowing who killed him and then he w...

Bella Trump is an aspiring Actress that wanted to fulfill her life long dream as well as her dead mother's of becoming a famous actress.
Her dream and wishes were aborted when she had a one night stand with a man by mistake and her father gave her a mission to spy on the notorious Mafia group in the city if she wanted him to help in sponsoring her Career.
Bella had no other choice than to venture into the Lion's den and there she met the least expected person! The man she slept with.
Gaston...

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“I hate you,” I spat, my chest heaving, my voice shaking. The words burned on my tongue, but they slipped out anyway, as if saying them could hide how much my body trembled in his grip.
Isaiah smirked, that dark, wicked smile that once made me weak and now only made me furious. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear.
“No, Church girl,” he murmured. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you still want me.”
His thumb pressed hard against my clit, slow, steady, ruthless. My ...