Boozoo's Ghost Novels & Stories

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

In a dilapidated building, a loud boom sounded. Boom! The ground trembled, the wall collapsed, and dust flew everywhere. Numerous souls screamed as they were swallowed by a huge dark shadow with enormous red eyes. "H-hungry....!" A thunderous roar sounded, causing the souls who were running away to crouch down in fear and pain. Their ears were buzzing. Just the roar of this demon caused their soul core to be shaken. "What is this monster?! A greater demon?!" One of the ghosts who was hiding under the debris yelled in fear.

“She knew it was unlikely Caspian would venture to a town so close to the mountains of the old fortress. I hear he has quite the aversion to his old home.” Beau sniffs. “Be that as it may, His Royal Dumbass has done nothing to heal these towns. They still smell like death, Caius. Hell, it hangs in the air like a constant noose. And don’t get me started on the ghosts.” “Ghosts?” Klaus’ question announces his entrance. He moves into the room and takes a place beside Beau to unpack their necessities. Beau quirks a brow at his unlikely ally, someone to finally show an interest in his delusional ghost theories.

Ghost Great God's voice fell not long ago, and then saw a huge demon in front of the cliff. One head is completely created by the ghost metal, this is the whole Ghost Body Soul Shredder. "Banshee Wraith, do you think you can fuse me?" Ghost Body spent the whole Soul Shredder sneer. "For so many years, you still haven't woken up from daydreaming!"

She grinned like a mad scientist. Then, she walked out and went to the garden. She approached the drunken flying gipsies, or more precisely, baboons clad in bright colour clothes. Their size was larger than a mere human. They were chugging wines that they kept inside giant gourds. Each of them carried one gourd and those gourds could turn into deadly weapons at any moment. Hue and the twins watched from inside the house as she conversed with the drunken baboons who weren't happy to be told to leave the garden. The baboons started to make unpleasant noises. All of them began to spew verbal abuse at her.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

Those eyes lifted and locked on mime and the glass instantly stopped moving. “The dead has no business with the living, Riven Cole,” he said, voice low enough that only I heard the tremor under it. “We don't tend to corpses here.” I crossed the distance, my boots leaving wet prints on sawdust, then I placed my hands on the counter and said in a low voice, “Then pour one for a ghost.” The room seemed to respond to my words like they heard me, a hush spreading round. I heard a chair scraping the ground and seconds later, someone in the back muttered “traitor”.

He was not worthy of being called a man. If he could possess someone’s body, the first thing he would do would be to beat that bastard Lucien senseless. Watching the small girl continue to cry softly, the ghost raised his hand and placed it gently on her back in comfort. Then he mocked himself for being childish. He was only a ghost. How could she possibly feel his consolation? Yet Elowen truly felt a cool sensation against her back. She immediately straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one, she quietly thought that she must be having hallucinations again.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.