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"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

She was turning 20 in few months time and her aim was to live alone and make new friends while she finds out about her parents death. Crystal stood up from her weak scattered looking bed and walked pass her aunt. She was emotionless and had no fear about anything. She quickly did the dishes and when it was time to eat , she ate her food. She lived her Friday as a slave doing a lot of chores on her own. Red was in his room arranging his documents. He had visited his dad's company and had seen how everywhere was a mess. No one knew his true identity because he wasn't putting his mask on as usual. He went to different departments in his dad's company and discovered that A lot of workers were la

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos! [Proposal ends in heartbreak—what really happened?] I opened one. There she was—outside the Clerk's Office. White dress. Red roses. Face glowing with hope. The moment I used to dream about. My chest tightened, eyes burning. But no one stood beside her. Caption read: [This morning, CEO Sonia Quindt arrived at the County Clerk's Office in a wedding dress, waiting for her fiancé—who never showed. The scene went viral across Borevia City.]

But as I reached deeper into the system, something subtle caught my attention. A ripple. Not a disturbance. A curiosity. “Selene?” Dominic asked, noticing the shift in my expression. “What is it?” “There’s an anomaly,” I said quietly. Cassius groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me. We just got peace.” Arden’s gaze sharpened. “Define anomaly.” I focused on the signal. “It’s not hostile. Not disruptive. It’s… observational.” Dominic’s fingers danced across the console. “I see it. A cluster of independent systems operating beyond our current alignment. They’re not connected to the Charter.”

Miranda's tongue rolled about at the base of her mouth, still in shock and incapable of forming any coherent words, less ask a question. "Okay, you're right, I probably shouldn't have snuck up on you like that, but you looked like you were having a moment, I didn't want to disturb." Anise explained. "You were gone for most of the day." Miranda accused, blinking and breathing again, before she returned to the task of getting the items for her meal. "I know, but I was on a special mission," the ghost began, "and because of that mission, I can now tell you my name. Hi, my name is Anise." The ghost extended a hand.

“It’s coming from outside. Someone named ‘The Ghost.’ They’re probing the primary security grid. Trying to find weaknesses.” Cove’s expression hardened. “The Ghost? Block it.” Eli typed quickly. “I’m trying. But they’re good. Really good. They almost slipped through the backdoor.” Cove leaned over Eli’s shoulder. “Who the hell is The Ghost?” Eli kept working. “I don’t know. But they’re persistent. They just tried again. They really want inside this building.” Cove’s voice got tense. “Shut them out completely. Now.” Eli’s fingers moved faster across the keyboard. “I’m on it. But they’re already deeper than they should be…”