Ghostsofthepast Stories

He buried her three years ago. So why is she crashing his wedding... in the same red dress? Leonardo Bellanti is heir to one of Italy's most feared mafia families. Cold-blooded. Calculated. Haunted by a girl he swore he'd forget. A girl he put six feet under. But when she falls - literally - through the ceiling mid-ceremony, barefoot and blood-stained, everything halts. She doesn't scream. She doesn't beg. She only says: "I was never here." Now she's back. Or maybe she never left. And the dress she's wearing? It's the same one she died in. - "You don't bury girls like her. You make the mistake of letting them go."

She was lost. Lost in her own head, lost in her dreams... She had also lost her hope. For who would respect a princess without a kingdom? A slave to the past, a slave to her sorrow... For now, she used to be the princess of the night. However, she always respected the light. But when did the darkness turn into the light and the light into the darkness? Treason, hope, pain, love. This is my story. I used to be a princess. I used to be weak. But now, I'm rising. Flying higher than the little bird I used to be. And I'm coming. Coming for the ones I once I had to watch my back for. But they won't see me coming. Since I'm the princess of darkness, the princess of crows.

In Echoes of the Past, a couple waits in vain on Halloween night, reflecting on childhood memories, their daughters' early costumes, and how much has changed-from neighborhood trust to trick-or-treat traditions. A gentle, bittersweet story about aging, memory, and the quiet fading of small rituals that once brought communities together.

Albert Beckett was forced to move to his grandfather's backwater town to live for a year while his parents were traveling for work, and while it seems like a boring sleepy town, things aren't so cozy. The people are curious and overly friendly, and the weird town myth that has a hundred different varieties weighs heavy on his heart. The old closed highway behind town and the off-road that none of his friends will walk bring him nightmares of a women with dark hair. The mysteries of this town and whatever strange events that occurred all those years ago seem to be pulling him in, and the house at the end of that off-road that was supposed to be abandoned holds the one thing that he wasn't expecting to find, who quickly grows to be the one thing he doesn't want to lose. ~Story is complete, but not edited, originally written in 2021 for the National Novel Writing Month challenge~

A red-haired girl. A forgotten storm. A forest haunted by memory. When nine-year-old Anne shatters a strange model landscape, she's pulled into a world where ghosts remember, toys talk, and the past bites back. Lost in the Ghost Forest with only a battered backpack for company, she must navigate riddles, tyrants, and the things she once chose to forget. This is not a hero's journey. It's a reckoning. Firecurl in the Ghost Forest is Book I of a mythic fantasy trilogy - part adventure, part fable, part emotional exorcism. 🔗 More at: https://firecurl.com

This is a love story. A story about how love became the mirror that forced me to confront the fractures in my soul. When your past is a haunted house-echoing with the whispers of abandonment, the shadows of betrayal, and the ghosts of wounds you've buried-falling in love feels less like a fairy tale and more like a reckoning. Your love story is a collision of tender first kisses and panic attacks in the dark, of hands that promise forever but trigger memories of those who left. Through fragmented chapters of heartache and hope, you unravel how trauma taught you to love like a storm: fiercely, destructively, always waiting for the sky to fall. But as your relationship teeters between salvation and collapse, you begin to trace the patterns-how every argument, every flinch at intimacy, every midnight confession is a thread leading back to the child who learned to survive, not to trust. This is a story of unbecoming-of peeling back the layers of fear, anger, and shame armor-plated around your heart. It's about the nights you sobbed into your partner's shirt, the mornings you woke up ready to run, and the slow, aching realization that healing isn't erasing the past, but stitching a future from its scraps. With haunting suspense, you'll ask: Can love rewrite the DNA of a broken heart? The answer lies in the quiet moments-the handwritten apology notes slipped under doors, the vulnerability of saying "I'm scared," and the courage to finally face the reflection in the mirror: not a victim, but a warrior, flawed and still fighting. Raw, lyrical, and unflinchingly honest, this memoir is for anyone who's ever wondered if they're too damaged to be loved... and dared to believe they're not.

15 year old Percy has lived in this small town his whole life and not once has he ever seen these tracks. Well following these tracks hes greeted from people from his past. Follow his journey down the mysterious tracks.

The First Tweet I shouldn't have clicked. But curiosity is a slow poison-one drop, then another, until your veins are flooded with questions you can't unask. The screen glowed in the dark, casting jagged shadows across my face. His ex-wife's Twitter profile stared back at me, frozen in time like a museum of their love. A grainy photo from eleven years ago: John Smith, younger, softer, holding a cup of espresso beside her milkshake. The caption read: Espresso Milkshake. My chest tightened. This was the man I was going to marry. And this was the life he'd already lived without me.

When my great aunt Elspeth dies, she leaves me something no one else wanted-a decaying castle hidden deep in the Scottish Highlands. I plan to restore it, sell it, and leave. But the castle remembers her. Behind locked doors and crumbling stone walls, I find love letters never sent, rooms sealed in grief, and whispers that call her name after dark. The villagers avoid my questions. One man watches me as though he's waiting for me to uncover something I was never meant to find. Elspeth's past is not just tragic-it is unfinished. As her love story begins to surface, so does a presence that refuses to rest. And the closer I come to the truth, the more I realise the castle isn't haunted by ghosts... ...it's haunted by love.

When "Maybe" turns into "Never"

In the depths of space, where time slumbers and destinies are woven into a tight ball of shadows, they fell. Where the light only timidly flickers, and the darkness is the ancient breath of the Universe itself, echoing in eternity. Love is a ghostly fire flickering in the darkness, Friendship is a fragile vow, bound by stardust and blood, Betrayal is a serpentine whisper from the abyss, tearing hearts to shreds. Their footsteps echoed in the ancient halls - And awakened the dormant gates to the Void, where oblivion and madness dwell. What has awakened in the heart of pitch darkness? Who will open the door, behind which eternity and madness merge into a single round dance?

A gripping mafia romance saga set in the rain-soaked underworld of Chicago where vengeance meets passion. Luca Rossi, The Ghost seeks revenge for his family's brutal murder, carrying the weight of a silver locket with a vow for justice. When he collides with Isabella Moretti...the daughter of his family's killer-a forbidden love ignites, threatening to upend decades of blood feuds. As they navigate betrayal, danger, and hidden truths, Luca and Bella must choose between loyalty to their families or a future of scarlet love. Will their hearts survive the shadows, or will the ghosts of the past consume them? A tale of redemption, love, and the power to rewrite fate. 🔥💔"

Felix was an overly reserved child, to the point of worrying his parents. And it is that his interest in relating to other children was zero. But the truth is that Felix was surrounded by friends. The only problem was that these friends were not visible to anyone else. ❝...Everything happens for a reason, not by chance. ❞ •Started: 12.05.23 •Finished: __.__.__ Written by Luci Alberto (luciuwuA). Copying or adaptation prohibited. Cover made by CookieRain11 on instagram.

Short poem. Just another wayward bohemian's rhapsody told in three parts. Sporadic, not connected.

Detective Elise Monroe, a seasoned homicide investigator with the Toronto Police Service, is chasing a serial killer known as The Repeater-a sadistic murderer who re-enacts historical crimes with eerie precision. But when Elise stumbles upon a mysterious artifact at a crime scene-a pocket watch with an impossible engraving-she is thrown into a deadly game that spans decades. With each turn of the watch's dial, Elise is pulled into a different era of Toronto's history, from the Great Fire of 1904 to the 1977 Café Massacre. She soon realizes that The Repeater is not just copying history-he's part of it. Someone or something is enabling him to kill across time. As Elise fights to track him down in the past and the present, she discovers a network of time travelers-some who seek justice and others who manipulate history for their gain. The deeper she goes, the more she questions her past, including the mysterious disappearance of her father, an investigative journalist who vanished in 1992 while chasing a story about an unsolved murder. The clock is ticking, and if Elise can't stop The Repeater, history will be rewritten in blood.

Monarchs and Manuscripts: The Royal History of Barter Books Step into the grand Victorian architecture of Barter Books in Alnwick, Northumberland-a place where the scent of old paperbacks now lingers where steam engines once hissed. This collection pairs a captivating original poem, Monarchs and Manuscripts, with a brief history of the building's former life as the Alnwick railway station. Discover how a grand station, built in 1887 to welcome the British Royal Family on their visits to the Duke of Northumberland, was transformed into one of the largest secondhand bookshops in Europe. Explore the echoes of Queen Victoria, King Edward VII, and King George V in the very rooms where modern readers now browse and trade their favorite stories. We invite you to lose yourself in these words, and perhaps, the next time you find yourself wandering our aisles, you'll feel the royal history that still waits between the shelves. Come on in, the fire is always roaring, and a good book is waiting.

Everett Tornhill died three years ago. Living with it has been... complicated. Ever since that night, he's had a foot in two worlds, and a silent companion that refuses to let go. When darkness takes shape in people's lives-whispers, shadows, things that crawl out of emptiness-Everett finds himself drawn in, whether he wants to be or not. But as he delves into his cases, he finds himself wrestling not just with strange entities, but with questions that linger far too close to his own fractured soul

Whispers of Blackwood Manor" is a gripping tale that explores the thin line between the living and the dead, unraveling the secrets of a cursed mansion and the tragic fate of those who dare to enter its domain. Will the Powells escape the clutches of the vengeful spirits, or will they become eternal prisoners within the walls of Blackwood Manor? Prepare to be enthralled by a story that will leave you shivering in the dark and questioning the boundaries of the supernatural.

The cherry blossoms fall every spring, but Akira's ghosts never do. Seventeen-year-old Akira carries invisible burdens: the weight of every half-kept promise, every misunderstanding that shattered someone he loved, and every version of himself he can't forgive. His regrets aren't just memories-they're ghosts. They linger in the silence of his ex-girlfriend's empty desk, in the cautious glances of friends who no longer recognize him, and in the suffocating question: What if you can't outrun the person you used to be? When a chance encounter on the school rooftop reunites him with Hana-the girl whose heart he broke-both are forced to confront the unspoken wounds of their past. But healing isn't about erasing mistakes. It's about learning to walk forward, even when the ghosts cling to your shadow. A melancholic yet hopeful story about failed relationships, the weight of 'what if,' and the quiet courage it takes to bloom again.

The whispers in the corners of your ears, the eerie feeling of nostalgia when looking at an ancient bauble...ghosts plague us everyday.