Demi Lovato Ghost Novels & Stories

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Inara looked straight at Lemuel who had his eyes glued to hers with a smirk across his lips as she sang the next part and by then, the people were clapping to the rhythm of the music. You make me Un poco loco Un poquititito loco The way you keep me guessing I’m nodding and I’m yessing I’ll count it as a blessing That I’m only Un poco loco Then she tore her eyes away from his and started dancing gracefully to the interlude that the guitarist was playing amidst the claps. The people had risen and were moving to the music and when she looked at Lemuel, he was dancing and winking at her. Then the musician began singing, so she had to give him her attention;

I wrote down every expensive ingredient I had ever heard of but could never afford. After finishing the list, I glanced around the room guiltily. The air was dead silent. I placed the list in the center of the table and went to bed with a sense of anticipation. The next day, the first thing I did after waking up was rush to the dining room. The table was empty. There was no breakfast whatsoever, let alone Australian lobster or Wagyu beef. I was a little disappointed. I may have driven the ghost away with my outrageous demands. I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese.

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.

“Oh my God, Ghost. Please go faster. . .I need you to go faster.” “Patience, princess.” His tongue swirled around my clit, trailing down to my entrance. Ghost’s lips once again enclosed around my pussy, slurping my juices. “I regret all those months we wasted on a war. I could’ve had my head between your thighs, compelling you into doing my bidding with my tongue. A mistake that’d never repeat itself.” He pushed my legs further apart, fully burying his face into my wet pussy, letting out a loud groan that vibrated against me. Ghost relentlessly worked my pussy until my body was quivering uncontrollably whilst I screamed his name.

The chair squealed when she sat, and she startled, laughed at herself, and then didn’t, because the laugh felt like a bird hitting a window. She pulled up Venom’s live transponder on the internal screen. A blue dot trudged the perimeter. A second dot—Blade—hovered near the south gate. Ghost was a phantom until he wanted not to be, but his devices left polite footprints when you knew how to read the snow. Velia found one of his little ghosts sleeping in the network, smiled, and left it a digital candy. It stole it and left her a middle finger in return. “I see you,” she whispered to the screen, and it comforted her to be seen back, however rudely.

"Please calm down Cilia, and-!" "Don't you dare tell me to calm down! Don't tell me such fucking shit! Don't ... Don't... Don't you dare... I don't want to hear that nonsense shit from you ever again in my life! NEVER…!!!" "I understand exactly how you feel, and I'm sorry..! "Fuck you! Fuck your shitting shit of sorry, you fucking ass hole! Heartless ghost! Why didn't you go somewhere else, why didn't you go fuck and impregnate someone else instead of me?! Fuck you!! Fuck you ass hole!!"

Meantime please relax and enjoy the night. The music stop, the DJ announces that this Valentine party has just begun. He introduces the next singer Alexis. “A wonderful evening to everyone, I would like to dedicate this song to all. Abby (Alexis in disguise), starts to sing. She put on her wigs so Debbie can’t recognize her. She went to Debbie’s table. Debbie is surprise and she can’t help laughing. ‘You are funny, Alexis? Abby to Debbie, ‘My heart leads me here; can you be my Valentine for tonight?’

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

All because of a memory, a ghost that refused to let me go. I gripped the steering wheel, a wave of self-loathing washing over me. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” I screamed, my voice raw and broken. “Why won’t you get out of my head? I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, Melissa. I’m sorry for everything. I should have been there. I should have saved you. I’m sorry...” The words were a desperate plea, a confession to a ghost that wasn’t there. And with that, the dam broke.