Novel & Cerita Booktok Ghost Face

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.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

But none of her friends or colleagues was so childish they'd send a masked delivery guy dressed like a hitman just to scare her—unless… The thought was too unsettling, so she firmly pushed it to the back of her mind, licking her suddenly dry lips as she forced the words out of her parched throat, "who are you?" "My friend sent me," Ghostface replied, offering no other details. Camille didn't know what was more disturbing—the dead look in his glassy eyes or the fact that she couldn't see his lips move beneath the freaky mask whenever he spoke.

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.

Benny gave me a hard time from the moment we met. Ghost nodded, his fingers sliding over his phone. After a few moments, he turned his screen to me, and my forehead creased. It was an old picture of a girl grinning at the camera, missing two front teeth. Those green eyes, round-shaped face, and dark hair belonged to Benny. I squinted my eyes, louring at Ghost’s phone. She was swimming with a few other kids in the shallow parts of a fucking ocean. My eyes locked with Ghost. “I think there’s something wrong with my head. I should see a therapist, yes?” he asked, already on his feet. He didn’t have to ask me twice.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

It was her, broken face and all, dressed like some picture book queen. She swallowed. “The queen must die,” isn't that what the ghost said?. Without sight of any knife in the mirror the image began to bleed from the neck. She raised her hand to feel the sticky warm fluid about her throat. She screamed; the image laughed. In a blink she was in dirty jeans once more, facing the ghoul. “Choose a card.” Nuella shook her head mutely. She'd been here an hour tops, or this was some nightmare. She breathed. It wasn't real, how could it be.