The Ghost In My Room

The Ghost In My Room

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"You're really a ghost." I said, brown eyes wide. "Yes, you can close your mouth now." He said, smirking his infuriating smirk again. "Damned to my bedroom for all eternity?" I asked, with a teasing smile of my own. A frown married his devilish good looks. "It seemed a lot better before you said that." Pressing his finger to my lips, his cold, green eyes gazed into my own. "I think I prefer you with your mouth closed, little mouse." When quite, awkward Zei moves into an old house, the last thing she expects to find is a cocky, arrogant ghost who resides in her bedroom. Finding no way to get rid of him, she finds herself stuck with an inhumanely handsome supernatural being. With stark white tousled hair, forest green eyes and chiselled good looks, he looks nothing like what ghosts are supposed to look like. And rather than haunt her, he instead, enjoys to spend his time following her around and insulting her at every opportunity he gets. But there is far more to him than he reveals. She is about to find out the ghost in her room isn't the only damned creature out there. And he isn't the only one hiding secrets.
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Ghost aren't real. And chics this cute don't tell you they are. It's the reassurance I told myself, which mostly didn't work cause it was a straight up lie. This book doesn't have effervescent, long haired fairy's or stoic vampires that smolder and fight. More like a judgmental grumpy teen weed dealer named Zach, who shamefully talks about himself in third person like this. And you won't find some grand quest up a mountain or into an unknown land rich with magic because I have asthma and no time for that shit. And lastly, there will be absolutely no hideous romance where instantly the girl of my dreams sweeps me off my feet. I get on her nerves far to much for that. Finding out I'm part of ancient group of mediums tasked with cataloging, fighting and cleansing ghost you would think has some upsides. But so far all that comes with it is cold chilled air that gives me the sniffles when they're around. I'd like to say by the end of this book I'll have conquered the monster and won over the girl, but as you read you'll learn that's far to much faith in a screwup like me. This book won't be for everyone, hell people die in it. But the good news is that if I die at least I'll be around, floating off of the pages to haunt you in your home. Actually that sounds like bad news so perhaps try and finish so you know if you have a ghost . *This story contains themes of suicide, sexual content, drug use and mature language. 🎶Look up the Bury A Friend playlist on spotify to play the songs at every number.🎶

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