Female Ghostface Novels & Stories

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

A woman asked softly in the dark. Janice choked with sobs. “Sob, sob…” The woman’s gentle voice sounded cold. “Are you terrified now? Why weren’t you terrified when you killed someone? “Do you know what Mrs. White will become after you killed her? You’ll find out if you look up and see.” Janice looked up unexpectedly. She instantly saw an ungroomed white-clothed female ghost, whose eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were bleeding, and whose face was green. Janice shrieked right away, “Ah —

Celeste said and Xayne stopped punching the bag. "Do I have your attention now?". "Are you serious, Celeste?". "I am, he had a cap covering his face and a hood over it, Geez his lips were captivating, I can't believe a ghost picked interest in me". Celeste said. "Did you say hood? Black hood, he's pretty tall". "Um how did you know?". "Damn! I'm not crazy after all, it's real, he's real ". Xayne whispered. .

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

And , they were killed so that sort of ruined any introductions we could have had. " Hey . What's your name ? " Jace asks softly , keeping a certain amount of distance as not to scare her . She panics and turns around swiftly , backing away until her back goes through the glass of the fireplace. All that's visible is her front . There was something I didn't notice about her before that was really striking me now after I had gotten over my initial shock of looking at a freaking ghost , she had no forearms . Both of her arms seemed to be amputated at the elbow joint , leaving a strangely clean stub . As if they had been straightly sliced off . It was quite a strange sight .

"Shit!" exclaimed Leon while trying to get the fire out of his other hand. However the ghost laughed while flying and exhaled a cold breath towards Leon's hand. Now Leon's two hands were frozen. He didn't know what to do. The forest ghost was now getting closer to him. Now Leon can clearly see her face, it was without eyes, nose or mouth. Leon didn’t know how she could see or speak. But Leon remembers that he created it that way.

she whispered, fear and need tangled in her throat. He slid in slow, stretching her cum-filled pussy, the sensation overwhelming. Mira moaned, pushing back, pussy gripping the stranger’s cock. Cole watched, his own shaft now fully hard in the ghost’s hand. The ghost woman straddled Cole’s face, grinding her cold cunt on his mouth. He licked instinctively, tongue plunging into her icy hole, while the ghost man continued stroking him.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"