Gaston Live Action Novels & Stories

Malison stormed out, flung his hand aside to the direction of the girl on the floor. Running towards her body on the ground, as he bent down. Laney slowly looked at her, and breathed out a sigh of relief. "She's still alive, thank goodness!" His heart panting heavily. "You okay..?" He asked, lifting up her head, blood stain on his hand. "Wow! Malison just marked this girl! This can't be!"

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

“You were all here, safe from the chaos. Why didn’t any of you try to save them? How wicked can you be?” A few of them had the guts to look sorry for their actions but I had no desire to face them. I pulled Gaston up and he looked up at me, fearing what I would do to him next. At least he was still fully conscious. “Why did you do this to my people?” I asked. “Speak up!” “I didn’t…It wasn’t me…” he coughed out blood.

The proud gay asked and introduced himself while crossing his legs on the glass table. "I just got here two days ago," Dylan said, and I nodded my head in response. "What about you? Are you a ghost? Of course. That body arrived here without you, and we thought that you were dead. But we really are, you know? It's just the machine that has been making our bodies live." Clinton asked and uttered, and I slowly went to sit down on the other couch to have this ghost to ghost conversation with them. I am curious, and I want to know things.