The Friendly Ghost's New Beginning

By Ezra Dawn

(This is a paranormal short story. The first part of this story appeared in Stormy Glenn’s Winter ManLove Fantasies Blog Competition of 2018.)

Casper
Casper Romano has lived a hard life. After being kicked out of his house for something that wasn’t his fault, he ended up homeless and living on the streets. Until one day, his luck changed. Suddenly, Casper finds himself thrust into a life of luxury, but all isn’t as it seems. During his time on the streets, Casper has seen things, things most people would find unbelievable and when someone from his past pops back into his life, Casper will need to lean on those unbelievable things if he wants to survive.
Griffin
Griffin Abrecan is a panther shifter and a forest ranger who lives a simple but fulfilling life. After being verbally abused by someone he thought loved him, he vows never to have a relationship with that kind of person again. One day, he and his coworkers are offered an opportunity to work as forest guides for a brand-new resort. However, Griffin doesn’t expect to find his mate in the form of his new boss, the kind of man he vowed never to engage in a relationship with again.

Together
Griffin has to put his past in the past if he wants to have a happy life. Casper needs someone to help keep him safe from those who would do him harm if it meant getting something from him. Can these two overcome the obstacles ahead or will it be too much for their relationship to handle?
(Warning: Contains sexual content and explicit language. Not recommended for those under the age of 18.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ezra Dawn
• Release date: Apr 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463301968

Ezra Dawn

Well Ezra isn't my real name obviously but I liked the name so I decided to use it. I live at home with my five dogs and one cat. I started out writing hetero romance novels but it wasn't where my heart lied. I adore all things paranormal and M/M is by far my favorite genre so I decided to start writing Paranormal Romances. There's a guaranteed happy ending with each of my books even if it may take some time for my guys to get there. I love each and every character on the page as if they were my own children. It sounds weird but that’s how I feel about them. ? I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember but only started actively pursuing it as a career three years ago when I decided to stop working in a salon and pursue writing full time. Since I published my first book in 2014 I have written and released nine other books with many more to come. My current list of projects is longer than my arm so I look forward to writing and creating new stories for my readers to enjoy ?

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The Friendly Ghost’s New Beginning

Ezra Dawn

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The Friendly Ghost’s New Beginning © 2019 Ezra Dawn

eBook ISBN: 9780463301968

ISBN-13: 9781797437071

All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form or by any means without express permission from the copyright holder. This book contains sexually explicit content which is suitable only for mature adults.

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Casper Romano (Cas-per, Ro-man-o)

Griffin Abrecan (Grif-fin, Ab-rec-an)

The beginning of this story was part of Stormy Glenn’s Winter ManLove series of 2018. The rest of the story is entirely new.

(Trigger Warning: This story contains possible triggers. It briefly explains an instance of sexual abuse for one of the characters.)

I’ll make it good for you, I promise.

No…please…I don’t want to.

It’ll feel good. Just relax.

No…don’t.

No!!

I sit up, suddenly wide awake as the nightmare fades. It’s one of many recurring dreams and always leaves me feeling sick to my stomach. My skin feels like it’s crawling, and I know I probably won’t be able to go back to sleep tonight. Turning on my side, I pull my jacket around me tighter and close my eyes. Trying in vain to let sleep grab hold of me once more. Just when I think I’ve managed it a bright light is shined in my face by a potbellied police officer.

Hey kid, you can’t sleep there.

Sorry, I’ll move.

Sitting up, I pull on the cheap jacket I stole from a donation bin and sling my backpack onto my shoulders. It has everything of value in it that I managed to take with me from my house when my mother kicked me out. The officer looks at me with concern. How old are you?

Nineteen.

Do you have somewhere to go?

Shrugging, I say, I can find a place.

How about I take you to a shelter?

That’s a nice offer sir, but the shelters are full.

Standing, I say, There’s no need to be concerned for me. I can handle myself. Have a nice night, officer.

Turning away from him, I start walking through the park mentally going over a list of places I could probably stay tonight as well as places where I could grab a shower. I haven’t had one in three days since I snuck into the high school before classes and took one in the boys’ locker room. I have a job interview at a local gas station tomorrow and I don’t want to show up smelling like a cesspit. Hopefully, I’ll walk out of there with a job this time instead of another crushing disappointment. I’ve lived on the streets ever since that fateful night two years ago.

I was thirteen when my mother’s boyfriend started showing an interest in me. Being a kid, I thought he was trying to get me to accept him as a father figure. Boy was I wrong. When I was sixteen, my mother walked in on him forcing me to suck his cock. She took one look at the situation and blamed me. My mother was never the best parent in the world, but I thought she loved me. Seems I was wrong about that too. Instead of listening to what I had to say, she slapped me, called me a faggot slut and kicked me out of the house for trying to steal her man. I was given enough time to grab some of my things and the important documents like my birth certificate, I.D and social security card, before I was tossed out on my ass.

We lived in a trailer park outside of a small town called Pine Valley. Since I never wanted to cross paths with my mom or her boyfriend ever again, I hitchhiked my way to a city three states over and have been there ever since. Rockydale is a great place even though it’s a bit strange. Living on the streets and sleeping outdoors means I’ve seen some things most people wouldn’t believe. The first time I saw a naked man in the woods turn into a wolf, I thought I was crazy and hallucinating because I hadn’t eaten in a few days. Then, a few weeks later I saw another man turn into a lion and I came to the realization that paranormals exist.

Since then, I’ve seen a number of different shifter types as well as other things, like people running through the woods so fast they’re nothing but a blur and a couple guys with colorful hair and pointy ears. Most people probably would’ve freaked out when they realized they weren’t alone in the world, but I’ve always loved books about paranormals so, seeing them in real life is a dream come true. Sure, I have a lot of questions, but I’ve never worked up the courage to walk up to one of the people I’ve seen and say, Hey, I know what you are, can you answer some questions for me? Yeah, I doubt that would go over well.

Shaking my head, I continue walking until I exit the park. Rockydale isn’t a large city like New York and is like a hidden gem because instead of being surrounded by other towns, it butts up to the national forest. Because the city isn’t that large it doesn’t have as many homeless shelters. In fact, Rockydale only has two but the homeless population in Rockydale is so low, the shelters are small and always full because they allow people to live there until they find their feet. I’m able to go there for a meal when I need to, but they never have any beds available so, I usually have to find somewhere else to sleep and shower. The volunteers are nice though and I consider a few of them friends.

They helped me figure out how to apply for jobs but because of how young I am and with the little experience I have, I’ve been turned down every time. It’s also why I haven’t been back to the shelter in a while because I know my friends will ask about me and I don’t have the heart to tell them I’m still living on the street. My friends there gave me some money to help tide me over until I found a job and I’ve made it last as long as I could. I’m sure one of them would let me cruise their couch if I asked but I’m afraid if I do, I’ll