Falling Ghost Novels & Stories

All I can hear a bird chirping. Then I winched as I feel someone grab my wrist. "Babe don't do this? I know you love me right?" He said to me and try to kiss me. But I kneel him between his legs making him scream for pain. I run and I saw a door, thank God it's opened. I went outside and my eyes immediately wander. I saw a big tree and hide from there. I saw him almost reaching me and I began to move but the next things I see I am in the edge of a cliff. I can see him getting near me and I'm running out of choice. So I decide to better jump and die than to be rape by a creepy stalker.

Ezekiel pulled and tucked Brandon against his body and the man held on to him tightly as they sailed out into bottomless air, then quickly plummeted down into the stinging and heavy spray of the water fall below. Their descent didn’t slow as they hit the water and quickly merged into the downpour....it got faster and faster....more urgent as more and more water swallowed them up. Ezekiel was only able to keep his eyes open against the torrent long enough to witness both the Ghouls chase them into the water fall. The smallest Ghoul with the knife in its eye slammed into the water at a weird angel and was swiftly skidded away like a pebble across water, before slamming down chest first onto a

she spoke out foully Amanda walked in on them while they were still arguing. She tried tapping her mom but she did not feel her. She strolled to the kitchen and took a piece of rug, went back and cleaned the sofa she had lied on earlier, she tried lifting the sofa to clean it at the bottom, but couldn’t, a glass which was placed on the table rolled down and fell on the tiles that made sound. They both turned towards her, she fell on the ground and busted out in tears. She had contained them for quite a while, “I’m sorry, it’s my gaucheness again,” she apologized.

Her body would simply fail, and she would fall. But not today. Today wasn't the right day. The light was wrong. The angle was wrong. The wind was unpredictable. Ghost had learned patience the hard way by staying alive when he should have been dead. He watched her disappear into the building. Then he waited. Ghost ate protein bars and drank water from a bottle he'd prepared the night before. The apartment was empty except for him and his equipment. He'd rented it under a false name, paid in cash, told the landlord he was a photographer working on a project about the Manhattan skyline.

Gavin flashed a bright smile. "That's more like it," Leo said with a loud burst of laughter. "I don't need anything. Just don't come back home for the rest of the night." Gavin immediately put on his most professional-looking smile and said, "Yes, sir! Have fun and enjoy yourself tonight!" Leo laughed and yelled at Gavin to chase him off. He then heard Gavin making a call in a corner, addressing the other as "Lucas", and asking if he could stay the night at his place.

The sound reverberates through the Throat of Echoes like thunder, like prophecy, like the final word of a god: “The war has already been won.” Every version of me—Tyrant, Martyr, Warrior, Sage, even the flickering Ghost—falls to their knees. The compulsion is absolute, inevitable, written into the very structure of reality. We are moths before a sun that wears our own face. Only Ghost-me remains standing, and she's smiling. "Finally," she whispers, her form growing more solid even as the others fade. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

Maybe, if I played my cards right, it could be my big break. After getting ready, I grabbed my bag and headed out, planning to buy a new phone and meet with my client to go over the details. What I didn't expect was to run into Zachary the moment I stepped into the café. Out of instinct, my gaze flicked past him to the street outside—and that was when I saw it. A large, glowing "Massage Parlor" sign hung across the road. Ah. So this was her place. I'd wandered right into her den without even realizing it.

Chapter 94: A Rival’s Return The tranquility Ethan Cole and Olivia Hart had built over the past few weeks was about to be tested as a ghost from Ethan’s past resurfaced. Ethan sat in his office at Cole Enterprises, his sharp gaze fixed on the financial reports Jake had handed him. Just as he was about to speak, Jake’s phone buzzed. His assistant’s face paled as he read the message. “Sir,” Jake began cautiously, “Nicholas Gray is back in town.”

Alice said, looking away, "and because at that time, you had started to fall for her. You... you loved her." Grayson didn't speak for a long time. His eyes were distant, and then he muttered, "We're both guilty, aren't we? Let's go be with her now." He filled the bathtub with water and, with grim determination, lowered Alice into it. The fear on her face was almost too much to bear, but there was no turning back now. With swift, decisive hands, he slit her wrist. Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist.

“Ghost. Ghost.” Jessica dropped her phone onto the floor due to shock, her chest heaving and falling heavily. She scurried backward and pointed at me, her face turning pale. “I’ve just seen a ghost. Filippa. Filippa. Is that you? Ghost. Ghost. Filippa, are you here to take revenge? I didn’t cause your death. I only bullied you when you were alive; have pity on me.” Jessica fell on the floor and yelled at the top of her voice while banging her head against the wall heavily.