Alpha Ghost (A Standalone Haunting and Ghost Love Short Story) (The Spicy Version)

By Darcy Danielle

Mallory is a lonely widow woman that is having some exceptionally interesting associations with her husband who passed away a long period previously. Perhaps it is because of her loneliness, or maybe it is the opportunity to be close to her husband for a second chance, but Mallory goes out on a limb is harmed badly when she has a terrible ordeal with the unexpected guest is a ghost.

Turning to the one and only friend that will take her for real, Mallory has to investigate what is happening now in her home. Has her husband come back from the grave as an appearance of several phantoms or are there variant mystery forces alive in the house? Mallory knows much about her husband and herself as she cruises a world under siege by forces extreme out of her realm of experience. Eventually will Mallory discover her new love or will she be swept away by the forces of darkness? 

Author's Note: “Alpha Ghost” was previously published as “Haunted Home Renovation” under a pen name. This new edition has been revised and rewritten. This is a standalone supernatural paranormal romance novella which contains steamy love scenes and adult content. It is only appropriate for mature readers age 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darcy Danielle
• Release date: Aug 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386154815

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Alpha Ghost

A Standalone Haunting and Ghost Love Short Story

*The Spicy Version*

Darcy Danielle

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PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS HAUNTED HOME RENOVATION

Copyright © 2017 by Darcy Danielle.

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be used, reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form without the prior written consent of the author.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, incidents and events are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Warning: This is a standalone supernatural paranormal romance novella which contains steamy love scenes and adult content. It is only appropriate for mature readers age 18+.

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

Mallory's life had become so empty since her husband Rick died. Her psychologist said that it was because there hadn't been any closer for the relationship. Rick's heart had given out suddenly, his hard drinking and chain smoking lifestyle catching up with him in a sudden a fatal heart attack. Mallory remembered him most for being a talented poet with a good heart. But there had been a darker side to Rick. The depression he suffered from was the kind that came on suddenly with little to no warning, the kind that made people lock themselves in rooms for days at a time. Mallory had tried to be there for him, but now she wondered if she had tried hard enough.

She went through her day to day life with a fake smile on her face trying to think about all the positives things that were going on in her life. Her career was taking off, as an architect she was renowned commercially and revered among her peers. The sweeping landscapes she helped design for the Vatican's mega-rich congregation were lucrative beyond her wildest dreams; she wanted for nothing, but her needs had become somewhat eccentric. After talking with her family for a while about it Mallory decided to take a few years away from the architecture field to find herself. Mallory worried that maybe it was too much like pseudo new age mysticism for her own liking, the whole idea that someone can become closer to themselves by dropping out of the rigors of whatever life they'd built for themselves. The idea was one that she yearned to explore, though, even with the anxiety that seemed to come from the idea.

The idea itself taking heat from Mallory's shrink as she sits on his couch, reclined in the contrived prostrations people adapt to the point of cliché in mental health facilities. Mallory wasn't crazy, she knew that much for sure. It was strange that the idea she might be somewhat losing it was even coming up in conversation with her doctor. Mallory knew that some of the combativeness stemmed from her own breach of etiquette when she showed up for the appointment fifteen minutes late, stoned. It also hadn't helped when Mallory had accidentally called the young female professional, so very good looking in in her double breasted suite, a shrink out loud. Mallory had almost made the mistake before, but had been able to catch the word on the tip of her tongue before it leaped into the air. This time the weed she'd smoked had lowered her inhibitions to the point where she just didn't think it mattered, at all, if she called the little twat a shrink instead of some flowery name they had printed at some school. Mallory didn't give a fuck about any of that today. She was sick and tired of feeling like she'd been cheated out of the best years of her life that would have included her husband. Now, instead of having kids or adopting a small pack of dogs, Mallory found herself wildly successful and alone, being heart broke instead of rediscovering her love for her husband of however many years.

The shrink, the little twat in the tailored clothes and expensive heels, kept shifting around in her chair like the leather was hot. Mallory didn't feel like anyone that couldn't sit still for even a few seconds wasn't really in the position to tell her that she was wrong for wanting to take a few years off and renovate her house. The shrink kept talking about how much it would set her back in the long run, and that there was a difference between grieving and being melodramatic.

Mallory, I get that you have earned this professionally, and I also understand that you are a 'Grown ass woman,' as you so poignantly put it, it was her shrink talking again. She was always talking.

I'm glad that you 'Get it,' Mallory said, miming the quotation marks around Get it, in the air. Because I'm going to do it whether you like it or not. You're my shrink, not my lover. You don't get to tell me what I get to do, or how I get to grieve. Do you understand that?

The shrink rocked back in her desk and put her hands in front of her palms outward in a posture of defenselessness.

Who, we've got a bad ass over here, she said with her palms out.

It's not funny, Mallory said. How is this funny at all to you? How is this a joke?

I'm not making a joke of it, the shrink said. It's just that you decide to walk in here and call me a term you know I hate because I am younger than you and it makes you feel better about yourself to bully people, and you follow this impulse instead of thinking about it critically for a second and maybe wondering if you should be figuring out your own shit. Like, I don't know, maybe coming to terms with the fact that your husband died, and while it was tragic and ill timed, wasn't some freak accident. Nor was it of the norm; it was just something that happens sometimes.

Mallory's eyes watered as she listened to her shrink talk.

And my name is Sally, by the way, her shrink said. Sally. And it's been Sally for the last three years.

Mallory looked out the window and tried to ignore the hurt in the younger woman's voice. It was one thing to take out her rage on commuters during rush hour in New York, but it was another to sit down in her shrink's office and decide to be the biggest asshole she could manage to transform into.

Maybe it has to do with you being the smartest person I come in contact with some days, Mallory said. Maybe it has something to do with the way I feel smart people should be in control of their lives like you seem to be in control of yours, even at such a young age. This is something I probably reflect back into myself as the ideal and fall short of.

Sally sat behind her desk with a slack jaw.

It could be that you remind me a lot of me, or maybe because it's you remind me a lot of my mother. Or both, Mallory went on. Or maybe it's just because I don't like authority figures, or people that think they are smarter than me.

Mallory paused for a second.

I don't know, maybe I am being a little melodramatic about the whole thing. I mean, I get that Rick died two years ago and it seems like a long time to grieve, two years, that is. Mallory's voiced slowed down as she realized she was going to start on a ramble.

Well, Sally said, Go on your precious little rant. I know you want to. I know you are going to anyway. You can do it right now or you can wait I guess. How long will you wait though?

The question was meant to be rhetorical but it now seemed like maybe it could have been a real question as it hung between them in the air. Mallory knew it wasn't a question that needed an answer. Over the course of three years’ myriad times Mallory had put off a rant only to come back to it. Mallory knew, as well, that she would come back to the impending rant no matter what was said. She knew that no matter what went on she would want to get what was on her chest off of it, even though it wouldn't be fair to the young women that was her shrink since Mallory wouldn't listen to a single word the young woman said to try to change her mind. Mallory had made her mind up. What she was about to say made complete sense to her, even though she knew that really, it didn't. Mallory knew that outside of her head the words she said