Falling Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME. GOLDEN RULE: ONCE YOU FALL, YOU LOSE. Rules: Exclusive for students of Oxford International School only. Any transferee or an exchange student must sign a contract to avoid ghosting or other problems. Don't kill other participants. You are allowed to harm anyone in the game but killing is a crime. No to inactive and have an absence issue. This is a couple game. Two absents are equal to removing in the game plus a punishment. Can do activities and attendance. Failure to comply means a punishment.

It was Red's hand and he had been monitoring her from afar for a while. He was willing to prevent her from falling to the ground but the opposite was the case. Her weight had pulled him down and immediately, he landed on top of Crystal in a dark room. Their lips were pressed on each others lips and with shock , Crystal left her eyes wide open. Oh My God. She spoke within herself.

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

The ghosts weren't trying to kill them. Then Thomas froze. Then: "Wait." The truth became clear. The Fallen weren't enemies. They were a warning. Then Thomas lowered his spear. Immediately. Then walked forward. Straight through them. Everyone stared. Then the ghosts stepped aside. One by one. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the first spirit smiled. Then: "Good." The bridge became clear. The path reopened. Then the ghosts vanished. Gone. Leaving only silence behind.

“When you do your thing what’s stopping the building from crushing you?” I looked at him past my shaking arms and huffed, “Guess it’s a good time to ask which of you is the fastest runner?” Caius looked at Ghost. “You can turn her incorporeal.” “I can’t do shit,” Ghost scoffed. He had removed his shirt awhile ago and was using it to mop the sweat off his body. “Don’t look at me like that, man. You know I’ve never turned anyone before. If I fail then we both die.”

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm