Novel & Cerita Ghost Books For Adults

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

“No, that’s not dirty enough. It’s also not that funny. Um, well, I’d like to come on your cock after.” “Christ.” I feel like someone just shot me in the ass. As in, get your ass going before your cock gets too happy in the pants, and we end up like last night—hugely disappointed. At least, I imagine she was. “Is that too dirty? Not dirty enough? No, that’s not funny. That’s what it isn’t. It’s not funny if it’s true. I…I don’t know. You haunt me. If we were ghosts, I’m sure our ghosts would want to find each other and have sexy ghost sex. It would be even more exciting because then we could do all these weird ghost positions in the air and do it while hovering through walls.” She grins. “Ah

I move the glass closer to him and hear him whimper as I lift his arm, slicing his wrist with my nail and setting it to drain into my glass. “Now, is there anything else I need to know about my grandfather’s estate?” I ask him. He’s staring horrified at his wrist dripping blood. “It’s haunted.” “I’m a bloodsucker as you said, so I’m not scared of ghosts. There isn’t much that goes bump in the night that isn’t afraid of me,” I tell him. “Anyone come looking for the place recently?” I ask, making sure that my father hasn’t found it yet. “Yeah, another bloodsucker.”

"I only know because that the god's light in the blood of my family is lost. My father said that and he didn't say anything more. I'm always curious about the reason for this story." Olivia started thinking about something, then she said: "I've read a book named "The god's light". That book mentioned the reason for changing blood. Mixing blood can create and destroy divine light." "Oh, You are so knowledgeable! I've even heard anything about that book. Where did you find that?" "In my grandfather's library." "Oh! Your grandfather? Who is he?" "hmm... He's just a normal person..." "You're lying! Your grandfather is not that normal, you're concealing the truth. Just... be honest with me, pleas

They were sleeping in their new home at night and all of a sudden , they heard someone knocking at their door. "Don't go Robin" his wife spoke out softly with fear in her heart. She knew something was wrong and had advised him to stop but then, he turned deaf ears. Red was still about a year old and he was sleeping with his parents on the same bed . Mr. Robin unlocked the hook and within the twinkle of an eye, six unknown men stormed into their house. "Every body get the fuck on your damn knees now!!" they ordered with so much anger in their tones.

When I stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly, she said, “Ghosts don’t have semen, right?” “Ghosts don’t have sex,” I replied. She vigorously shook her head. “That’s not true. I’ve seen plenty of ghost hunting reality shows that talk about demon ghosts that get women pregnant. I think they’re called an incubus.” My eyes went wild with concern and my heartbeat picked up speed. The mere thought of having had sex with a ghost was overwhelming. “Now, you’re scaring me for a change.” “We need to get to the bottom of this right away,” she nervously stammered.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

A cold dread, sharper than the chill in the air, shot up from the soles of my feet. The patch of shadow in the corner began to writhe unnaturally, coalescing into a denser form. A human silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly detached itself from the wall. It was tall and gaunt, its entire form wreathed in an impenetrable, smoky blackness. The air grew still and heavy, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Then, a voice, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, sounded not in my ears, but directly in my mind.