bathroom ghost

"So, do you believe in ghosts now?" Irene Blanchard has never believed in things related to the paranormal. You saw a ghost? She'll rationalise it as a trick of the light. But what happens if she actually did see a ghost? A powerful one that's able to end a life at that. Together with the school's resident heartthrob, Kai Putra Irawan, she's now dragged into the dangerous world of paranormal hunting. Will she be able to survive all of the foreign ghosts she never thought could take a life? (This is probably basically BuzzFeed Unsolved but with death, smut, and overly dramatic descriptions. Every character is completely fictional and the ghosts, while they do exist in name, some of the rules and whatnot of the ghosts are dramatised and made up.)

Charlotte Houston is a twenty years old orphaned, college dropout young adult, who lived a very poor life. She was left to cater for her siblings who were struck with a chronic disease that needed a lot of money. The menial jobs she had was barely fetching a thing, which was what made her consider surrogacy as soon as she realized the insane amount of money it could fetch... despite the fact that she had a boyfriend. While Jeffery Simmons only wanted a child because that’s a requirement that needed to be met, in order to inherit his father's wealth. Being a Surrogate, what life awaits both Charlotte and Jeffery? Would it be all roses? Or, would it be a really bumpy ride? Especially when Charlotte’s boyfriend is back in the picture and a ghost from the past that just won’t stay away.

"Everytime I think about you, I feel like I'm burning." W-why?" "You know why." "But-" "I have this weird thoughts in my head. this naughty, dirty thoughts. About you." "V-Victor-" "So they real question is, what will I do, when I actually see you in person, Cilia?" ----- That becomes the life of Cilia Carpenter, a girl that lives with the biggest boyband of the world, Heathens. Being the only girl in the lives of seven grown men, Cilia has to navigate her life with caution, but it all goes up in flames when the seven boys fall head over heels for her at once, and a competition for her affection arises. But here's the catch. Cilia is dead. And that is her ghost they are in love with. So will this love really bloom? Will Cilia be able to hold back from creating a harem and resist their temptation? Or will Heathens lives blow up over their love for a ghost?

Love is eternal. There is no end. There is no escape from love. Or is there? Clarissa is an author troubled by dreams of a Victorian woman and her family who were murdered in a Mansion on an Island in the middle of Goldwater lake in the picturesque Lake District, England. Writing a book about the family, she is desperate to discover who murdered the young family and does all she can to research the past when the recluse who owns the house refuses to allow her to visit. But her quest for information causes her to be haunted by a violent male ghost who will stop at nothing to stop her and another equally determined to protect her and draw her in to his arms. Can the handsome new owner of the Island, American Billionaire, Brandon Clifford who wants nothing more than to steal her heart, provide her with the answers she seeks to solve the mystery?

Satrikana Sisters Series 01, Aerthaliz Satrikana. An ex-boyfriend could be described as a chapter from the past. From the past. No more feelings. No more care. He's just a ghost now. A person who reminds of how to love painfully at ang lalaking bahagi ng nakaraan kung ano siya ngayon. Ang mga ganoong tao ay dinadaanan na lang kahit gaano pa siya may narating sa buhay because he's a fucking heartless. He truly loved her pero ang hayaan siyang tawanan ng karamihan while she's crying? That's fucking foul. What's his reason? No. Tinatak ng babae sa isip niya na kahit anong dahilan ng lalaki ay hindi niya 'to tatanggapin dahil matapos ang kahihiyan, ni wala man lang lumabas na kahit anong salita sa bibig nito. Instead of apologizing, her ex-boyfriend broke up with her.

A past that was haunting her like a ghost, a career that was as good as over, a family that wasn't left behind and a man she did not expect to come to her with a strange offer. "We have a long list of deals to settle among us sweetheart." An anonymous phone call and a strange letter was about to change her world forever. After a series of tragic misfortunes, Alissa Evans, once a top fashion designer, is left with nothing. And thus when she is given an opportunity to change the course of her life - She decides to take. But that opportunity is a Contract Marriage with the most cruelest and venomous mafia known to the world - Logan Stalza. Will she take this opportunity? Will she marry the man whose hands are painted with death? And why is he so diffrent than what she remembered as her university crush. This story is about the tragedy of Alissa Evans, the mistakes of Logan Stalza and his best friend who wants to kill Alissa so badly. This is a Story of Revenge. ------ Book #1 In The City Of Fate Series

"Ella! You belong to me. Your body, your soul, all of you is mine, Alpha Marcus says. You're destined for me! You can run anywhere, but in the end, I will find you, you are meant for me." Ella struggled to catch her breath as she sobbed. She felt the pain that Marcus was with someone else, he was her mate, but he refused to get close to her, even though everyone feared him. She hated him, yet she had seen the good in him. She drank until she was drunk and then made her way to Marcus's room. She entered the room but didn't find him, so she headed to the bathroom where she found him in the jacuzzi, his massive muscles dripping with water. Marcus took the towel that hung nearby and asked coldly, "Ella, what are you doing here?" She was swaying, nearly falling, and said, "Why do you punish me like this? I'm hot and tempting. How can you not be affected by my presence?" Marcus realized she was drunk, picked her up, and asked in concern, "Are you okay?" He stood close to her, making it hard for her to breathe. It was as if she was about to have a breakdown. She was about to leave, tears streaming, but before she could make any more moves, Marcus immediately trapped her, placing his arms on either side of her. Both of them swallowed hard when their eyes met. A strange, powerful, but addictive feeling surged between them. "You have to stay here, Ella," he said. She looked at his half-opened lips. Intense and unwanted thoughts filled her mind as her breaths escaped her. Ella stated painfully, "I'm sure you feel it too, Marcus... You're my mate."

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

Janice thought she had found her fairytale ending when she married Layden, the man who had captured her heart at first sight. She devoted herself entirely to their love, investing her dreams, time, and emotions into building a life with him. But soon after their wedding, the warmth in Layden's eyes began to fade. His once-loving words grew scarce, his touch distant. Late nights turned into entire nights away, always excused by work, until Janice found herself married to a ghost of the man she once adored. The man who once whispered sweet promises now blames her for everything wrong in their marriage. And when his frustrations turn into abuse, Janice realizes she is trapped in a love that is nothing but an illusion. At Layden’s promotion party, fate throws her into the path of Icarus Adonis Sebastian—his dangerously charming and ruthless boss. Icarus is no stranger to Janice; they share a past from college, where Layden had been the quiet, bookish type, and Icarus the untamed bad boy. Time has only refined his allure, and the moment their eyes meet, old embers ignite. But this time, Icarus isn’t just looking—he’s claiming. As Layden spirals deeper into cruelty, Janice finds herself drawn into Icarus’s orbit, where passion burns hotter than reason. But Icarus isn’t the kind of man who plays fair—when he wants something, he takes it. And he wants Janice. When love turns to torment and desire becomes a battleground, Janice must decide: does she fight for the marriage she once believed in, or does she let herself be consumed by the fire of a man who has never played by the rules? Because Icarus doesn’t just want her—he’s ready to burn down her entire world to have her.