Cirice Lyrics Ghost Novels & Stories

“Say the name.” “What name?” Jason asks. “The name only Ghost would know,” Leah says. “The one that belongs to the song.” “I don’t—” Jason starts. Ghost whispers a word so small Jason almost misses it. The name is raw. Fragile. Private. Jason nods. “Thank you.” “Don’t say it out loud,” Ghost says, jaw tight. “Think it. Hold it like glass.” Jason holds the name in his mind. He threads it through the singing line. The web tenses. The strands vibrate in tune with the name.

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.

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.”

the man smiled at the audience. Kurt’s mother flashed an evil smile. Kurt and Annika were both stunned. They didn’t know something like this would come up. Catherine planned to embarrass Annika in front of many people, but what she didn’t know is that Annika was a good singer. Annika looked at Kurt’s mother with a smirk. It’s on, bitch. She stood up and gracefully walked to the stage. Kurt was nervous but he couldn’t do anything. Annika took the mic. “Hello, everyone. My name’s Annika. I am with my boyfriend, Kurt Morgan.” The spotlight went to Kurt. He waved his hand and smiled, but he was still nervous. “Tonight I will sing Girl On Fire and I dedicated this song to the mother of my boyfrie

He snorted as he tried to ignore the stare from different girls including workers in the café. Crystal was still busy with her work and well focused that she just didn't know he was in her midst and even if she saw him, she wasn't going to be able to recognize him. "Crystal?" cherry called out softly which sounded more like a whisper. "Yeah?" Crystal responded curiously. "Come over here" She spoke out like she had a secret to keep. Crystal was curious so she had to go closer to her friend immediately she dropped the tray on a table. "See the cute guy over there," Cherry directed Crystal's gaze towards Red who wasn't recognized by her.

Why hadn’t she thought of stopping time earlier? Seeing the woman I love suffer the most is slowly killing me. (A/n: 5 SOS Ghost of you) Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side There's your coffee cup, thr lipstick stain fades with time If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine I'll be just fine I saw her mile but tears dripped from her eyes. I took her hand and closed my eyes. So i drown it out like i always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

Quiet. Deadly quiet. The man froze. Fear immediate. “Trova. Lei.” [Find. Her.] The man disappeared instantly. Ciro moved through the chaos fast enough that people stumbled out of his path before fully realizing why they were moving. Bodies crouched behind tables. Broken glass across marble floors. Music still playing faintly somewhere underneath screaming. His heartbeat sounded wrong. Too loud. Too hard. The parking stairwell came into view. Another gunshot echoed upward. And something inside him snapped completely.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.