Ghost Bird Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I was wondering if... you'd like to train with me, for our upcoming task?” Ghost snorted. "You think I need your help? I am the best , kid. I don't need to train with you." Hacker's eyes dropped, but he persisted. "I know you are good, but I think we could learn from each other. And... I just want to spend time with you, Ghost." Ghost's expression softened slightly, but she quickly covered it up with a teasing grin. "Oh, kid, you're so cute when you're trying to flirt. But I'm not interested in babysitting you."

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

I figured the guards thought that I was coming to start trouble because they still refused to open the door even with my incessant loud banging on the gate. After some minutes, someone finally opened the gate. It was Ghost. “Sorry, they only take orders from me.” He said in a cocky manner as he saw me. “I’ve been expecting you.” He added with a mischievous smile registered on his face. He turned to Lorenzo and waved at him. “Welcome to my home.” Ghost’s nonchalant attitude was getting under my skin. “Where is Ava?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. “Who is your mole? Who’s feeding you information about my operations?” Curious, I asked.

“You want to be hunted down and taken like an animal, wife?” Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew there was a very real chance Ghost was watching us. Even though we weren’t blood related he was just as fucked up as the rest of us, and using his magic to watch me play with Anastasia was the least of what he was capable of.

（William’view） After leaving Chicago, I went back to the only life I truly knew. The life of a mercenary. Five years of comfort hadn't dulled my instincts. It was like a blade that had been kept in its sheath—once drawn, it was sharper than ever. I wasn't William Windemere anymore. I was 'Ghost' Noah, the king of mercenaries who called the shots in the black market. I reveled in it. The adrenaline of calculating trajectories in a firefight, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat on a stealth op. This was the real me. A man who lived on the edge of a knife.

Is she not in control of him? He paced sideways slowly, seemingly in deep thought. She watched as he moved with her head tilted a little, her eyes moving down to his feet. Are those legs even touching the floor? Ghosts don't walk. Or do they- Her thoughts were cut short when the door suddenly burst open with her sister standing in the door way. She could see Damien had stopped pacing from the corner of her eye and was watching her sister just as she was also. "Aren't you going to school today, Miss perfect attendance?"

The gay guy answered and asked me, which made me not think extensively about the answer. "None, not until now that she snatched mine just a month ago," I answered with all I know, and the two ghosts high fives each other. What now? "Confirmed. Gay. And she's been crushing on you for so long then." They asserted, and it made me laugh out loud at their remarks about that blue-eyed blondie. This is so hilarious! Perhaps if I could have a chance to live again, I will try to investigate the findings of these morons here about Sydney Roswell.