Casper Mcfadden Ghost Novels & Stories

This spiritual energy grew with each new member of the family and when Cassidy was born, she was granted the power to see and talk to ghosts. She spent every day after school having tea with a resident ghost and talking for hours. Not every ghost passes on straight away, some have unfinished business, some simply want to hang around until they get bored and others want to stay and wait for the ones, they love to join them and Cassidy was happy to help the time move faster. Another teenager at the high school with secrets would be none other than Noah Litmen the schools best sports star on his way to getting a scholarship. It’s a shame he couldn’t actually care less though.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

It’s not that I am expecting anything from him, but he could have called at least once to see how I was doing. Well, now that my dad’s dead, killed by some heartless monster. I’m quite sure he had moved on already and is now on a hunt for a new bachelorette he deemed fit to be his trophy wife. It annoys me honestly. My phantom on the other hand was consistent. He was always there for me, comforting me each night even without talking. I will just wake up in the middle of the night with his arms wrapped around me while he was stroking my hair back to sleep.

Did the Mafia leaders have such scary cells to capture their enemies? Gosh, that was so scary. I knew I needed a break from everything that was going on. These two days were too much for me to handle. I closed the novel I was reading and took a sip of my hot chocolate while sitting on my couch. Taking my phone, I decided to call my best friend, Candy Dallas. She was a bartender at one of Lance's casinos—see? Lance and I were always fated to cross paths. I had never been to her workplace before, maybe which was why I had never met Lance before; not that I think Lance would be strolling around leisurely inside his own casino.

"How? You were deleted!" "You can't delete a ghost, Kaima," he whispered. "I’m in the crawlspaces. I’ve been here for months. They think I’m just a 'glitch' in the environmental controls. But I’ve been watching. I’ve been waiting for an Origin to wake up for real." "They're going to put me back in, Caspian. They're going to use Rowan to force me." "Not if we break the server," Caspian said. "Not if we give the 'Assets' a way to wake up without the orderlies."

“Not really. The guys who killed my grandmother took a shot at me.” “What the fuck?” His body tensed so much that it startled me. “Yeah. I was at school. He missed me but wounded several students. His sentence is only a few years. He had a great lawyer. The other guy got away.” “I’m sorry.” Ghost took my hand in his. The callouses were soothing as he rubbed circles with his fingers. “I hope you feel safe here.” His intimacy shocked me. “My best friends are part of an MC. I’ve never felt safer.” I tried to lighten the situation, but Ghost’s face went dark.

Without saying anything, Caspian directly absorbed the Ghost Qi. Seeing this, the Ghost Cultivator's face changed greatly! This was his only weakness. Caspian had discovered it!

He tucked a photo into his pocket and vanished into the shadows. "Caspian," I whispered, forgetting the rules for a second. "Someone is watching us. Not like the students. Someone else." Caspian didn't even blink. He adjusted his cufflink, his eyes tracking the spot where the man had been. "I know. The Ghost is getting impatient." "The Ghost?" "A story for another night, Sera," he said, guiding me toward the exit. "For now, be happy. You survived your first trap. Even if you did get a little bit bruised in the process."

I tried to calm her down. "I think it was villain X, Autumn. I think it was him. It has to be him!" She gave me a firm nod and licked her lips nervously. "Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—"

Mj tried her best to sound demure and innocent. The club owner brought Mj’s palm up to his mouth and purred as he began to run his tongue and lips over the surface of her knuckles. Mj fought the urge to vomit as he smiled down at her, “please call me Casper, little pet.” Mj’s eyes shot up to his, and she smiled as wide as possible, “like the friendly ghost?” she squeaked and the air around her erupted in the dull roar of laughter. “Yes pet, I’m your friendly ghost,” Casper pured from behind her hand and Mj bit her lip seductively as the large club owner roamed his eyes over her barely covered body once more.//