my ghost

my ghost

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this is a story when a ghost fell in love with a living girl. - "Its so beautiful," i said to my self "You're so beautiful" i heard someone says. My eyes shoot up searching for anyone that could've said it. I must be imagining things I put it on, some how the room gets colder and colder making me shiver. "It looks good on you." I hear the same voice as earlier said from behind me. My eyes widened, as i slowly turn around. Closing my eyes with my hands, slightly peeking through my fingers, then i saw him, a boy! I screamed, "AAAAAHHHH!" The boy looked shocked, "Y-You can s-see me?" "Duh, i can see you, you idiot!" "-what the hell are you doing in my room?!" I shouted, "Your room? It's my room! I live here first." He laughed. "That doesn't make any sen- oh no," I remembered the painting in the living room. I walked over to him, i brought my finger over his cheeks, and poke it. "You're alive?" I gasped. "No, I'm not alive," he looked down. - what will happen next? will Peter fall in love with Ruby? Or is it the other way around? What will happen if they fall in love? Will Ruby join Peter ? Or Will Peter comes back to life? You'll never know, unless you follow their journey..
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"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

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