Boozoo's Ghost Novels & Stories

He said bowing his head down, kind of disappointed that he was not paying attention at all. “Hey Zac, that is the burrow down right.” He said pointing ahead to where they are headed. “Yes, why?” “We barely get to go there, ever,” Zeke said to him. “I know, so what?” “Well, you know the stories about this place, right?” “Yeah, you mean you believe that weird mumbo jumbo stuff, with magic and voodoo witchcraft and all? OOOhhhh, gghhooosst.” He said smiling, lifting both hands mimicking a ghost, trying to scare Zeke. “Hehe. Besides I got a cousin in these parts, stop being such a scaredy-cat.”

Accompanied by a terrifying blasting sound, clear traces of webbed cracks suddenly appeared on the barrier, which was obviously a sign that the barrier was about to collapse. Finally, a terrifying blast sounded throughout the area. The horrible evil spirits quickly erupted and rushed straight into the sky! This place had been hidden for such a long time and had always been sheltered by this enchantment. This outbreak not only released the terrifying magic power from Rowse but also released the demonic power within the Land of Ghosts.

Boss raised one of his brows feeling uninterested. "I shouted because I was attacked by a ghost. The ghost almost strangled me so I screamed . The ghost made me see another different things, it made me see things like I was hallucinating, I saw things different from what was happening in reality. I.. I saw myself alone in an open field meanwhile I was in my car and my wife and kids were waiting for.me outside. Can you imagine?"

“It’s a damn ghost.” The cartoon ghost floated from one side of the screen to the other before stopping. Its tongue stuck out. Then… The damn thing actually wiggled it. One word appeared beneath it. Boo. I slowly turned my head toward Barnie. His shoulders were shaking. One hand covered his mouth almost immediately. He was trying… Really trying… Not to laugh. Unfortunately for him… He wasn’t succeeding. That somehow managed to piss me off even more. “What?” I motioned toward the screen. “You think this is funny?”

As he directed the vase at the beast's head, he aimed for its head. My eyes widened as I was taken aback by the ghost's actions. "He's not trying to kill this animal, right?" I murmured to myself, puzzled by the movement of the spirit. The ghost burst out laughing. He was giddy with anticipation for what he was about to accomplish. He pushed the vase up higher. The beast had no idea what was going to happen to him. "Well, if it's this dude, I won't mind if he gets murdered." Despite my astonishment, I felt relieved and free of regret.

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

Uche spat, “Friends and enemy working together. I will give you one last chance to stand down. Call off your army and I will spare your life and that of your wretched mother.” Bozo did not look at Uche, but the man’s words sent an icy chill down his spine. He'd had enough. He would rather die than let Uche or Nnaji treat him like a chicken. “Mother,” Bozo smiled and took Ejima’s face into his hands, “I am sorry. I wish I had the opportunity to get to know you more.” “What do you mean?” Ejima asked. But Bozo was no longer paying attention. He drove his heel into Ghost’s sides and the horse neighed in delight and started to gallop with a thunderous force towards the two kings.

"Fuck. Where the hell have your mind been?" "I'm sorry." A bit distorted, Ghost took down his legs, adjusting on his chair. He sighed, rubbing his face. "I'm sorry, uh, what were you saying?" "Fuck that. What the hell is wrong with you?" Don Carianoo offered him a glass of whiskey. He took it with a strained puff. "Tell me." "It's nothing. I'm good." Ghost took a sip and lowered his head. He was moody as fuck, he couldn't hide it. So saying it was nothing didn't sound so convincing.

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.

I had to settle for holding his hand. The gloopy sounds of a transformation began. Bones broke and rearranged. The bear disappeared, and a mountain of a man took his place—a bearded, very hairy mountain of a man. “I’m here to see the Colonel. You, Esmerelda?” I nodded, and a low growl vibrated in Ghost’s chest. “Don’t mean no harm. He said you keep tearing up his lawn with your witchy skills.” He chuckled. “That man loves his lawn. The name’s Boomer.” “This is Ghost, my mate.”