Chàng Quỷ Của Tôi Novels & Stories

Oh yes, There is something that I have hated and feared all my life but no one seems to know about this fear__ IT'S GHOST I have lived alone all my life and I believed that there is a ghost which keeps me company but the truth is that I don't want to see that ghost at all. I hated everything about Ghost that I didn't even want to hear it, I kept blaming the unseeable ghost to be the reason why my whole life is so unlucky. "Don't panic, Just tell me what you see" Archie held my plan tight. I took a deep breath and calmed down.

When I looked at it, I realized that my hair was falling out and it was hanging on my long nails. Son of... I exclaimed to myself. My eyes widened. They heat up. It's like it's on fire. Along with this, my stomach ached. I flipped over on the bed and fell to the floor. I crawled up to the big mirror. I was very surprised to see myself here. The real me. I'm a monster. The ghost. I'm a ghost. I stared into my red eyes. Blood flowed here. Then in the mirror. I saw something in the mirror. A picture gradually becoming clearer. I reflected it slowly. A snake tattooed on the neck. While thinking about what this meant, it suddenly moved. I saw the bloody body of Maia's customer then Lexber's blood

"Master, I'm so sorry. I'm one of your subjects from the ghost clan." "This is what caused my act; "I have a best friend who always comes home to visit me and at times even stays for hours in my house even when I'm not at home. I thought it was normal friendship visiting not till I got home earlier than expected on a Monday morning cause I came to pick up a file and met him and my wife here fucking. Master they were not covered in a duvet so I saw it all. I watched it as his dick kept entering and coming out of her pussy and she wasn't just moaning she was screaming."

My heart was racing marathons and my breathing was getting deeper and quicker. I'm scared. Someone help me, please. The lights quickly flickered back open revealing this dark shadow-like person right in front of me. It was the same one I saw at the library the other day. His whole body was surrounded by dark fog waving from him. I screamed so high that I thought I broke my vocal cords. He took me by my neck and started choking me. My hands were clawing on his wrist hoping that it will somehow loosen his grip on me. It didn't. He was by far one hundred times stronger than me.

It startled both of them. Marco shrank into the corner of the couch, staring at me in fear. "Diana, get him out of here. He's like a lunatic." Diana's face darkened. She pointed at the door. "Did you hear him? Get out." In that instant, a hundred thoughts ran through my mind. The look on the supplier's face when my payment failed. My mother lying in bed, on a ventilator, trying to give up on life. In the end, I gave in.

After seeing the place empty with no sign of his mate, Mort unleashed a strong, oppressive aura around which could be sensed by other supernatural beings lurking in the school. "How dare they take what is mine." Rage is taking over him. His face darkened, black veins protruded from his neck up to his forehead which began to throb and his jaw started clenching. Dark blood crawled visibly on the corners of his eyes and his crimson eyes had completely turned into vantablack. A pair of sharp fangs elongated which deeply cut his lower lip. From his place, a tremendous force shook the ground and the entire school. The darkness that cloaks him started to disperse throughout the place like an endles

“There are those who want it for themselves. And if I pick a side, the balance tips.” “I still don’t understand.” She smiled. “You will,” she whispered. “When the time is right. Goodnight, baby.” It would be my eighteenth birthday soon—the day telekinetic powers were meant to awaken. A night before then, my life stopped. Shouting. Screaming. My bedroom door burst open. My mom and my aunt Lyra rushed in. “Mom, what’s happening outside?” I asked, heart pounding. “Zarah, sit down,” she commanded, already drawing symbols on the floor—setting up a spell.

But tonight after eighteen hours of reroutes, collapses, silence She was cold. Not physically. Just… internally. So she slipped it on. Half-mechanical. Half-memory. And felt something shift against her ribs. Paper. She stilled. Reached in. Unfolded it. Ink. You don’t have to choose me. You don’t even have to look back. But come back as yourself. Not the version this system finds useful. I’m still here. Not to hold you together. Just to remind you that you were real before they called you perfect.

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c

“I didn't say anything.” I give my head a disappointed shake. “You called me by my name—Il fantasma,” I continue as if my temper isn’t ticking like a time bomb. “which means you know who I am and what I'm capable of. You must also know how impatient I am, how angry I can get. Why waste both our time? because the truth is, whether they kill you or they don't—I'll kill you first. So it's your choice to give me answers to my questions and have a pain-free death or you watch your life leave you so slowly you'll be wishing you weren't born.”