Angel Ghost Novels & Stories

Some people turned to look at them, then continued dancing. She stood in place as the man approached her. She was magnetized by his alluring hazel eyes. They had a weird glint to them, she just couldn't explain it. "Hello ma'am. Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and soft like silk. He had a faint accent which she couldn't place. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She noticed Diego moving to the back door and she followed him, completely ignoring the man who helped her. She followed Diego out of the club and into the alleyway beside the club. He was on his phone, trying to call someone. She walked towards him and grabbed the phone, he was calling Alberto, his accomplice. She ended the call and kep

Sleep pulled me under before I could fight it. When I woke up, the room was dark. The lights were off. “Angel?” I called out. I sat up and went to the window, pulling the curtains aside. Outside, night had already fallen. “Angel,” I called again. No answer. My heart began to race. I fumbled for the switch and turned on the light. My eyes scanned the room, and then I saw her. She was on the floor. Sleeping. “What the hell…” I whispered. Why was she on the floor?

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel. Her short hair which reached till her shoulders was styled by the old lady in a very appealing way and her pale face was covered up with a light makeup. The old lady made sure to style her hair so that the scar on Amara's left eye would be hidden good. Gulping down the lump in her throat Amara saw herself sitting in front of the mirror looking at her own reflection. Hideous! That's what came into her mind in the first place.

I tilted my head on the side, to Grip. “He’s a medius?” I verified and he just nodded. “A fee-er and a she,” the photographer intervened. “What exactly a fee-er could do?” I curiously asked. “We could feel the presence of a ghost, evil spirits, demons, reapers, and even angels.” She averted her camera in Gugu’s direction. I chuckled when Gugu posed with two finger hearts then to V signs. “I haven’t seen an angel my entire life.” I removed the costume I was wearing and look for something else on the table.

"That... I'm insanely picturing her as my savior that night." Leonardo's silence cut the conversation short, and Angela stopped talking about that night. She had a plan. Her certainty of what she saw drove her insane in her desire to catch whoever that joker was or if she was a ghost. She's never been afraid of ghosts because her mother always said ghosts don't dare to show themselves to living people. "Did you say, a wedding gown?" That surprised Mrs. Gale. "I don't see any wedding gowns in any of the house's closets," Mrs. Gale replied to Angela as she was doing the dishes.

He wanted to kill her now and forget he ever met someone like her in his history. Without moving further, Lucifer turned to leave but the girl's statement shocked him. "I knew that you can't do it. You can't kill me because you know how much I mean to you." Angelica stood up from the bed as she walked up to him. Lucifer was slapped with shock as he eyes were intact to hers. Lucifer couldn't believe his ears. How can she see a spirit and the devil himself? Lucifer staggered backwards as he didn't want the girl to come close to him. Inside him was a burning hell!.

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

Angel is a demon and not a ghost! That's why he keeps on telling me that he's real. He was able to use a face that would not freak me out. But the moment he showed me his real face, I didn't know how to unsee it. The best thing I can do is to just ignore his presence.