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that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say. And ever bone in my body was screaming that something was wrong, that I should run, hide, cry. But my feet stayed rooted, eyes fixed on the man with the skull for a face. For him to interrupt this occasion, he must have something really important. "I'm not your enemy," Ghost continued smoothly, as though he hadn't just hijacked an entire foundation event and plunged the crowd into dread. "I'm simply here to open your eyes." I looked around. No one moved. No one spoke. Even the music had stopped. Everyone was listening.

She sent a message to my phone, and—just as expected—she got a reply. "Alice, I saw Belle's corpse today," Grayson said quietly. At those words, Alice's wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. "Grayson, what—what are you talking about? She's alive and well." Her voice cracked, louder than necessary, and perhaps a little too defensive. "Alice," Grayson's voice was suddenly cold, "Belle was always good to you. Why would you do this to her?" He didn't even seem like the same person anymore. In a flash, Grayson lunged at Alice, his hands gripping her throat with the kind of force that made her eyes roll back in her head. She almost suffocated under his grasp.

But strangely, when the ghosts saw me, they all froze. "On you…" a young man in a worn painter's smock said, staring at me in shock. "Is that Kael's aura?" "And little Lily's," said a ghost who looked like a sculptor. "And Pops's, too." The middle-aged man's face changed. "Impossible! Why would they accept a human?" I walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room and found a thick diary. I opened it to the first page and saw the words:

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

A soft yet terrifying whisper echoed from the corner of the room. “Bella… you should be afraid… I have returned.” The voice resounded, making her skin crawl. Bella spun around in panic, but no one was there. Her heart pounded wildly. “Who’s there? I am not afraid!” she shouted, trying to sound brave though her heart quivered. A pale figure appeared before her eyes, once-beautiful yet now grotesque—dishevelled hair, a swollen body, a horrifying face. The ghost of Olivia, whom she had believed dead, stood glaring at her with eyes full of vengeance.

"The Shareholders love the 'Wonder,' but they need 'Structure.' They need 'Dialogue.' We’re going to introduce a new 'Supporting Character' to spice things up." He looked at me and winked. "Ready for your 'Surprise Reunion,' Kaima?" --- ### The Ghost in the White Suit Julian tapped a button on his tablet. From the white elevator, a second person stepped out. They were wearing a simple grey dress. Their hair was pulled back in a neat bun. They held a small, leather-bound book in their hands. "Librarian?" I gasped. But as she walked closer, I realized it wasn't her. The face was the same, but the eyes were hollow. There was a silver port at the base of her neck, pulsing with a faint blue light

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.