Booktok Ghost Face Novels & Stories

I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

My thumb stroked a small black leather book with emerald filigrees, and the room became foggy. "Here, baby," a woman's voice spoke behind me that caused me to jump. When I turned to look at her, her face was distorted and blurred out, causing my breath to catch in my chest. Why couldn't I see her face? The hackles on my neck raised; I had never experienced this before.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

I saw the scars surrounding my boutique with 'the scar face' sitting on my counter chair. I looked at them in utter shock. They have actually crossed every limit here. How did they even get in when I clearly remember I locked the door...maybe they broke the lock. My eyes went on the scar face and he was holding one of my books. "A silent storm is stronger than a loud one.......huh?" He asked and looked towards me while tilting his head to the left. "You're a writerrr." He said and I just kept standing there looking at them in shock.

Another roar, much closer. “The Library doesn't like violence,” the ghost said. “You both should go. Now.” “But we had a deal. My memory—” “Later,” The ghost started to fade. “If you survive. Big if.” The pool in the middle started to bubble. Something was climbing out. Something with Victor's voice but not Victor's shape. “Run,” the ghost whispered, nearly gone. “Get out now.” A hand burst from the pool—wolf fur and metal plates. Then an arm. Then a head that was Victor's face stretched over a metal skull, his eyes replaced with red lights.

Her heart raced fast with sweat forming on her forehead. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth and raised her head up. "Who are you?". She asked softly. He ignored the question cutting from the roll of tissue paper. "Excuse me". She said but still no response. He gently wiped the blood on the cut and she winced. "That creature took your book from me". She said and he paused. "Who are exactly, Ghost boy?". "Ghost who can touch human". He said and she scoffed. "So you can speak huh?, hish, now back to my question who are you?".She asked.

My cold words sliced him to the bone, leaving Scar Face gutted with fear. “It wasn’t me! It was him! It was his idea! I didn’t plan to hurt you!” He started to scream again. Big Eyes’ eyes flashed with malice, and he shoved Scar Face hard toward me. “Sorry, bro!” “Ahh!” Scar Face’s desperate scream cut off in an instant. The moment his body touched the invisible ghostly aura radiating from me, he dissolved instantly like sugar in hot tea, leaving no trace behind! Big Eyes used that shove to hurl himself toward the edge of the rooftop, screaming into the void.

But the ghost general himself seemed indifferent to the deaths of his men, his gaze still searching for the figure who had taken the demon princess's chest. "Brother, help me catch this person," said the ghost general to the heaven book holder. "AH! You really make me work hard. Heaven book, binding chain!" Crackkk. BOOOMMM! "What?" The middle-aged man's face immediately changed, he was shocked because the Heaven Book suddenly cracked and exploded in front of his eyes. The ghost general's gaze, which had been calm, turned frightening. "You underestimated me, Heaven Book Holder!"

The creature’s teeth look sharp enough to tear flesh from bone, I shiver as its bright, red eyes meet mine. It’s then that I notice the smell, more putrid than a chamber pot, but somehow its appearance is more disgusting. Green, wrinkly skin, dry and chapping. The strange armor adorning it does not hide nearly enough, its face alone makes me want to wretch. “Goblin?” I ask, subconsciously leaning away. Ghost rears up, nearly dumping me off his back, before taking off. The goblin screams behind us, a horrible, angry sound. I don’t look back, as I struggle to keep a grip on my ride; I don’t need to for long.