Cirice Lyrics Ghost Novels & Stories

I'd rather take this to my grave than have Collin know. I'm a tainted victim. My kisses are worthless. My touches are defiled. I am no longer human. I am murdered by the damned. I am a ghost. A ghost that walks through walls unnoticed. Ghosts are there but can't be hurt by the forces of this world. Forget eating, forget therapy, forget Italy, forget Collin... Forget...forget...forget...

Her chin was tucked, her shoulders were slumping in her perfect porcelain disguise, but through the dark curls of her hair, her eyes met his—wide, awake, and burning with a terrifying, shared brilliance. The empire was bleeding, the vanguard was turning on itself, and the Ghost was finally holding the knife.

His grey eyes are burning. "You think you can leave?" he asks. "You think you can just walk away from this?" He enters me. He fills me completely. The friction is intense, magnified by Spadino’s mouth and Ciro’s grip. I cry out. I can't help it. "That's it," Spadino hums against my skin. "Sing for us, Ghost." They rotate. They shift. They pass me between them like a chalice. Hours pass. Or maybe minutes. Time dissolves.

Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

As though she knew what Cyrus had said to me—as though she knew it all. “I can’t give you the details now, but—” I cut him off. “Cyrus. . .w-what the fuck are you talking about?” “Ricardo is Ghost. Ghost is Ricardo. The man who you ran from, was the same man who you ran to.” At that moment, my eyes shifted to Ghost. . .Ricardo. He stopped talking. A second. Two seconds. He flashed me a smile. A gasp erupted in my throat. I was played.

Ciara’s POV “Ciara” A male ghostly voice whispered inside my sleepy mind. “Ciara! Wake up.” Whispers of strange words I couldn’t understand lingered in the background as the male voice continued to coax me awake. It sounded like a female voice chanting, but I was too relaxed to comprehend anything.

“I flew home, stood at your grave, feeling a void of not having you around. I avoided everything that reminded me of you… Until one night I sat in bed reminded of your smile, Your eyes, your golden blonde hair… Now I stay with your ghosts.” My chest felt tight... I felt both seen and heard. I didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like the singer went into my heart and knew exactly how I felt. I look at the screen on the dash. Rae Hartley. Interesting... “I sing to your ghost, dance with your ghost. I listen to your voicemail — any piece of you is precious and beautiful.”

That’s all. Ghost: And what did you find? Aria: Nothing. Ghost: Good. The single word sent a chill across her skin. She didn’t like how much she wanted to ask him more questions. Instead, she typed something safer. Aria: What do you want from me? Ghost: More than you’re ready to give. Tomorrow night I want to hear your real voice. Be ready. Aria read the message twice. She started typing a reply, then deleted it. She typed another and deleted that too.

Ghost says as he heats up the crystals getting ready to smoke them. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, babe,” Ari replies, laying her free hand on Ghost’s thighs as she leans closer to him. Ghosts chokes on the smoke as he inhales, and I’m not sure if that’s because he is inhaling shit or Ari, maybe both. I have to adjust myself because I’d be lying if I said her little comment didn’t turn me on slightly. I don't like her touching Ghost, but he’s already falling for the bait she is putting out for him. “Now, what’s this and will get my high as a mother fucking kite?” She asks Ghost, shaking the baggy in her hands.

The melody begins to play, so nostalgic and haunting. The girl's voice starts soon after. I whisper the lyrics. 'It felt ironic, like I'd told the artist my life and she turned it into art.' It played all the way through. —Dancing With Your Ghost – Sasha Sloan. I said it just like I did the first time. I stood up, gave one last look. Took a deep breath. Let it go. I waited for a few minutes, but nothing else came to mind. Only one word surfaced: —Goodbye, Demir... goodbye, Demir Ossoclu.