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Ghost Boyfriend- Edward (II)

No matter what you did for the rest of the day, you found yourself thinking back to the… whatever you had seen in that house. A chill went down your spine at the thought, but at this point you were more intrigued than scared. The ghost (or whatever it was) had definitely had ample opportunity to kill you, but had chosen not to.

After dinner, you made some vague excuse to your family about going to see a friend and left the house on your own. Even your brother, who had to carry your unconscious body home, seemed to buy your excuse. Then again, he didn’t care much.

You used your bicycle to get there faster. At the back of your mind, you knew that this was a terrible idea, but your curiosity drove you on. Soon enough, perhaps too soon, you got to the house. Leaning your bike against the gate, you slipped in just as you had the previous night.

As you made your way up the long driveway to the house, your heart began beating faster in anticipation. Now that you knew that something was there, it was significantly harder to convince yourself to stay calm. The logical part of your brain pleaded with you to go back, but you carried on, gripping the straps of your bag tighter with both hands to stop them from shaking.

The last time you were here, the door swung open as you touched it. This time, however, it creaked open when you were more than a foot away from it. You inhaled sharply in surprise and slowly stepped into the house. Yet again, your breath came out in cool puffs before you, despite it being a balmy summer night. The door stayed open as you stepped through, perhaps to give you an out. When you didn’t leave, steadfastly looking ahead into the darkness of the house, it creaked firmly shut behind you.

“H-hello?” you called out, internally cursing yourself for stuttering. “I know you’re there. Please, I... I just want to talk.”

The entry hall began to grow colder. Wind, far too strong for the enclosed space, seemed to be blowing through the house, collecting dust motes and swirling them together. You looked at the swirling dust in fascination as the form became tighter and tighter until the dust dissipated, leaving behind the transparent form of a man.

Everything about the man was beautiful, save for perhaps the nasty scowl on his face and the bullet holes in his white, silk top. Chestnut brown hair and a strong, square jaw framed his face. He had full, pink lips, that probably looked inviting when he wasn’t scowling, and a slightly crooked nose that looked like it may have been broken once in some childhood roughhousing. His eyes were icy blue and, paired with the scowl, they were terrifying.

“What do you want?” the apparition asked, his voice just as cold as his eyes. The sound of his voice made you jolt slightly.

“I- uh… I,” you stuttered, all your courage draining from you at the sight of a real life ghost.

“I thought I had gotten rid of you, but clearly you need more than a good scare,” he said, his scowl deepening as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Wait no, please!” you exclaimed, sounding way more desperate than you cared to admit. “Please, I just wanted to talk.”

“And who says that I want to talk?” the ghost replied, sniffing haughtily. The action reminded you so much of your brother that you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes.

“I don’t know. I figured you would be lonely,” you replied honestly. “How long have you been here anyway?” The question made the ghost pause, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face as he pondered the question.

“I… I do not know,” he said, looking to one of the two windows in the room, gazing out of it. “I have not left the house since, well… since I died here.” His words made you frown, though he didn’t look particularly sad about it.

“Why not?” you asked in confusion.

“I have tried many times before, but it seems that my spirit is tied here. Probably to some item I held dear,” he said offhandedly.

“Oh…” you replied, not knowing what else to say. You no longer felt scared and he no longer seemed interested in hurting you.

“Never you mind,” he said, getting back on track. His frown returned, though it was not quite so hostile. “This is no place for a young lady such as yourself. You need to leave.” The door swung open behind you once more and the shape of the ghost began to dissipate.

“Wait! You didn’t tell me your name,” you insisted, not even looking at the open door. The ghost scoffed in disbelief and continued to fade slowly. We was now only half visible to you. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me,” you said stubbornly, hands on your hips in a stance of defiance.

He scoffed and stopped fading for a moment, seeming to consider your ultimatum. “Edward,” he said simply, before fading out completely. Before he disappeared altogether, you could almost swear you saw him smile.

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Ghost Boyfriend- Edward (I)

This is part one in a three part story. Enjoy!

Female Reader x Male Monster

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It was uncomfortably cold, especially considering that you were indoors. The thick, knitted cardigan did almost nothing to protect you from the cool air that brushed past you as you squeezed through the slightly ajar wrought-iron gates. Halfway through the space that you barely fit through, you looked back at the group of older teenagers, who were snickering at you.

“See? I told you she couldn’t do it,” Jim teased, rolling his eyes. Chuck and Kelly laughed quietly with him, but a sharp glare from Marie silenced the three of them.

“Don’t be an asshole, James,” the small female said sharply, using your brother’s full name and causing him to wince. “This is why no one ever wants to play your stupid games.” Jim scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“It’s not such a big deal. All she has to do is go inside and stay there for five minutes,” he replied. “It’s easy- anyone could do it. Unless they were too much of a baby.” The last words were said in a jeering tone as he looked back at you. You scowled and shouldered your back pack.

“You know what? Fuck you, James,” you said, slipping the rest of the way between the rusted gates and walking quickly up the path to the house. You were going to prove that you were just as good as that asshole.

The building had obviously been beautiful at one point. It was at least three stories tall and set far back from the main road. At one point, it had been a stately Victorian house with sprawling gardens and a fountain. Now, the pale blue paint had been mostly chipped away with time and the garden was overgrown with weeds and brambles. It was honestly kind of sad.

Several of the best real estate agents in the area had tried and failed to sell the house, with the prices dropping ridiculously with every showing, but no one would touch it. The place was said to be haunted. You weren’t superstitious, but you could see why.

You took your sweet time walking up the pathway to the house and eventually walked up the creaking steps to the front door. You really wished the floorboards weren’t so noisy. When you got to the peeling white door, you hesitantly raised your hand to the push it open as there was no doorknob. Your fingertips barely touched the splintering wood before the door swung inward, the hinges protesting loudly. A sharp gasp left you as you stared into the darkness of the house.

You turned back, looking at your group of friends. Marie looked genuinely distressed and even Chuck and Kelly looked like they didn’t want you to go in there. James was looking at you in a way that could only be described as infuriatingly smug. You glared at him and straightened your back, before giving them all a sarcastic salute and stepping into the house.

The door slammed shut behind you, causing you to almost jump out of your skin. “H-hello?” you stammered, your voice squeaking slightly as you spun around, trying to take in your surroundings. You pulled your cell phone out of your pocket, your fingers shaking slightly as you turned on the flashlight.

“Is… is someone there?” you asked, shining the light slowly around the room. Dust particles danced around in the light cast by your phone. No one responded to your question, obviously, and you scoffed quietly to yourself. “Of course no one is there,” you grumbled to yourself. “Stupid fucking James. I’m never hanging out with his friends again.” The thought of your brother alone made you roll your eyes. He was two years older than you, yet he and his idiotic friends acted like children. The only one with any sense was his girlfriend, Marie, and you had no idea why she was with him.

A loud creaking noise to your left startled you out of your thoughts. Your heart rate picked up as you swung the light in that direction. You exhaled in relief as you saw nothing there. ‘Of course there’s nothing there,’ you thought to yourself with an eye roll. Looking down at the time, you saw that five minutes had just about passed. Was it getting colder in here? Whatever. You turned around and began to walk, running face first into a chest. Slowly, you looked up, finally meeting cool blue eyes staring down at you from a disinterested face.

Icy fingers gripped your shoulders as the extremely tall person bent down to your eye level. Your heart sped up as you realized that they weren’t quite… there. Your breath came out in visible puffs. You tried to remind yourself to breathe, but it just wasn’t happening.

The ghost- at this point you had to admit that it was indeed a ghost- smirked at you and leaned in close, causing a clammy, cold feeling to wash over you. “Boo,” he whispered, his voice cold. You barely managed a strangled gasp of fear and shock before your eyes rolled back and you fainted.

When you finally came to, you were lying down in your own bed on top of the covers, wearing the same clothes as the night before. You groaned and sat up, causing the person sitting in your desk chair to jump. “Jim? What happened?” you asked, rubbing the side of your head. James sighed in relief when he saw that you were alright.

Apparently when five minutes had past and you didn’t come back outside, James started to get worried. After ten minutes, Marie got mad and made him go inside to find you. When he got to you, you were passed out on the floor and freezing.

“What happened in there?” James asked, a hint of concern showing. Thinking back, all you could remember was icy blue eyes and your clammy skin.

“I uh.. I don’t remember,” you replied. James looked at you for another moment before shrugging and standing up.

“Whatever,” he said. “I’m just glad you didn’t die.”

“Aww, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” you teased him. He scoffed and threw a cushion from the foot of your bed at you before leaving your room.

As soon as he left, you flopped back onto the pillows, lost in thought. You had to go back to that house.

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Orc Boyfriend- Yurik

This is my first time writing in a long time and it’s also my first monster story. It’s dedicated to a lovely person I met on here. Hope you like it, Nicole!

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When you were younger, the staring had bothered you. Not everyone was polite enough to mask their staring- some outright gazed at you in a strange sort of fascination. As a child, it made you want to hide. Now that you were older, looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t really blame them.

You traced your fingers gently on the shiny burns on your face, tracing your fingers down your neck as you stared at your own reflection. Your fingers settled on your trach and you let out a soft sigh. On days like this, when you were overthinking and feeling down, you didn’t even want to leave your house. You found yourself wondering if an outing was really necessary today.

One quick trip to the kitchen told you that it was indeed necessary. The refrigerator was completely empty of fresh produce. Resigning yourself to your faith, you made a quick list and headed back to your room to get dressed. Usually, you wouldn’t put in quite so much effort, but you’d found that dressing up a little helped to brighten your mood. After a couple of minutes of looking through your closet, you settled on a baby blue sundress with a pattern of white flowers.

Looking at your reflection, you smiled softly before tying your hair back and grabbing a handbag. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The farmer’s market wasn’t as crowded as you had thought it might be, which was another plus. That was probably because it was a Wednesday morning and most people were at work. Walking through the market, you took in all of the different shapes and sizes of the people you walked amongst. When you were a child, you were used to sometimes standing out the most in a crowd. Now, thanks to the new assimilation projects, a number of non-humans roamed the streets, leaving their own reclusive society to mingle with humans.

Tieflings with brightly coloured skin and horns, huge orcs and even the occasional centaur wandered through the crowds and manned their own stores. At this point, you were quite friendly with a lot of the stall owners.

You waved goodbye with a smile, taking a crate of eggs from the clawed hands of the naga in front of you. He smiled brightly at you, flashing a set of pretty terrifying teeth.

“You keep good, Nicole!” he replied, waving as you walked off. With your hands full, you mentally went over your list.

‘It seems like I have everything I need,’ you thought to yourself as you scanned the stalls. Something caught your eye. “Well that’s new,” you noted to yourself before heading over to the stall sporting a wide assortment of exotic fruits you didn’t even know grew in your area.

You may or may not have been staring (just a little bit), because the creature behind the stall smiled at you and waved a massive hand. Locking eyes with him, you inhaled sharply and gave a shy smile of your own. You took a moment to look the orc up and down. He was handsome for sure, even by human standards, with a strong jaw, mossy green skin and bright hazel eyes. His long, dark hair was braided at the sides and tied up in a bun. Long tusks, curled up from his bottom lip, though they were capped with bronze (probably to make him look less intimidating).

Realising that you had perhaps been staring at the orc for longer than necessary, you decided to head over to his stall. When the orc greeted you, the warmth of his smile seemed to spread through you. You returned the smile easily with one of your own.

You slipped the speech valve over your trach before speaking. “I haven’t seen you around here before,” you said, turning your eyes away from tracing his features. Instead, you looked at the spread of fruit.

“I guess you could say I’m new here,” he said, leaning forward on the top of the table. The movement caused his muscles to bulge and it was really all you could do to stop yourself from staring. “I’m Yurik,” he said, holding out a hand for you to shake. You slipped your significantly smaller hand into his and shook it, lingering for a moment before pulling back.

“Nicole,” you replied, letting your arm fall back to your side.

You stayed there chatting with him for a while, finding out more about him and talking about everything from your lives to the fruits he sold. He was from the tribe of orcs in the north who were pretty well known for having a way with plants. His name literally meant ‘farmer’. Every now and then, someone else came by his stall and he took a break from conversation to sell them something. Before you knew it though, it was time to go pick up your daughter from school. Looking down at your watch, you swore quietly.

“Somewhere you need to be?” Yurik asked, looking mildly amused by your quiet outburst. You laughed apologetically, scratching the side of your neck.

“Yeah, I have to go pick up my daughter from school,” you said, picking up your bags, which you had set down at some point. “I’ve been taking up your time for like two hours now and I haven’t even bought anything.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yurik replied, packing some mouthwatering peaches, mangos and dragon fruits into a bag. “Just for you, the first sample is free,” he said with a wink.

“Wow, are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ve gotta make you come back somehow, right?” he said with a grin. Your cheeks flushed slightly as you took the bag.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling brightly as you prepared to leave. “Bye, Yurik.”

“Oh, one more thing,” he said. The orc pulled out a notepad and pen (both of which looked ridiculously tiny in his massive hands). He quickly scribbled something on the page, folded it and put it in your bag with fruits. “You have a great day, Nicole. I hope you and Ella like the fruits.”

Your smile widened as you turned and walked away from him. The whole interaction had you feeling warm and happy. You quickly headed back to your car, put all the groceries in the trunk and drove off to pick up your daughter.

Later that evening, you were unpacking your groceries and sorting through all of the things you had bought. Finally, you came to the bag of fruit that you had gotten from your new orc friend. On top of the pile of fruit, there was the folded piece of paper that you had sort of forgotten about. A grin spread across your face as you read the note.

Nicole,

Call me if you like the fruit.

Xx, Yurik.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx.

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