Female Ghostface Novels & Stories

That was when I finally got a clear look at her face. Well, I wasn't sure how I should put it… If I could ignore her missing facial features, she might have been quite pretty. Quietly, I took two steps back. When the female ghost noticed that I was backing away, she crouched down on the spot and tried her best to radiate friendliness while cautiously scooting toward me. "Don't be scared, little human. I'm a nice ghost," she gently said. "Come here, and I'll feed you some thigh meat."

"The makeup that works for humans doesn't work well for ghosts. Soft, natural looks rarely hold up on dead skin. We want to highlight your strengths and showcase what makes you unique. "From a powerful, commanding vibe to a vintage look, sweet-and-cool style, icy elegance, or retro flair, I'll guide you through several options so you can find the one that suits you best." "And of course, don't forget skincare. Ghosts love being out at night, but staying up late is terrible for your skin. Try to stick to a healthy sleep schedule whenever you can."

I leaned closer, my shadow hovering over hers. “Not another word,” I hissed, my voice low and razor sharp. For a moment, the practiced smirk on her lips faltered. I peeled the mask off and turned to her. Her eyes flew wide—panic, recognition, and something dangerously close to fear flashing in them. “You look like you just saw a ghost,” I muttered, my voice mocking. “Pardon me, I have forgotten you are the ghost here.” “No…” she gasped, shaking her head violently. “No, it can’t be—”

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

“I want to leave” I turned my face in slow mo and my eyes jammed with that of a beautiful and elegant woman. She was dressed in a red gown and with dark shades. She was well heightened and with blonde hair. She stood at the entrance of the street. There was a reflection of the sun on her face and it brightened her face. " Madam Gianna '' Bawled one of the goons. He was the one that led me to the trap. He stared at her very surprised or better still scared.

*****ALPHA XANDER’S POV**** "Welcome back," the second ghost said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You're intelligent, figuring it out without my hint, which you couldn't decipher." She extended her hand towards me, and I reluctantly handed her the eyeball she had requested. She giggled and swallowed it, transforming into a terrifying octopus in the blink of an eye. Its menacing tentacles writhed everywhere, except where I stood. The sheer size of the creature overwhelmed me with fear, and I struggled to maintain eye contact.

“At least allow me to breathe,“ She clenched out, repeatedly jamming her fist into his chest. “As you wish, princess,“ His hold loosened and for the first time since he snagged her up, she got to see his eyes. A pair of bluish-grey eyes were boring holes in her. For a second, she got lost in them. She's never been big on staring into people's eyes but out of the few she'd stared at, these bluish-grey eyes stand out the most. She'd never seen eyes with so much depth and a frightening dose of sadness, mixed with a horror vibe that seizes your breath. Who is this guy? Ghost forced himself to break eye contact. She was staring too deeply like she could see his soul. He felt vulnerable to her st

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this? She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood. " Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice. This was when she snapped out of her daze.

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.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.