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she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

"Now, let us show him what a real ghost looks like." (Watch out for Chapter 213) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.

Just poured himself a coffee, black and bitter, and leaned against the counter like the weight of the building could hold him steady. Ghost appeared like he always did, silent and sudden, leaning in the doorway with a cigarette burning low. His pale eyes cut across the room, landing on Rhett, steady and unblinking. “You didn’t sleep,” Ghost said. Not a question. A fact. Rhett took a swallow of coffee that burned all the way down. “Didn’t need to.”

She looked at my bruised face, then past me at the cramped living room. ​"So," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "This is where the Ghost lives." ​"It isn't much," I said, closing the door and locking it. The sound of the bolt clicking felt different tonight. It felt like we were shutting the rest of the world out. ​"It’s real," Chloe said. She walked over to the kitchen table, running her fingers along the edge of my worn-out textbooks. "No mahogany desks. No hidden cameras. No Senators watching your every move."

How could I trust anyone in this nightmarish tableau where reality and nightmare intertwined in a macabre dance of death? I took a step back, my pulse pounding in my ears as I struggled to make sense of the madness unfolding before me. And then, as if sensing my hesitation, the figure turned its gaze back to him, its form shimmering and shifting like smoke in the moonlight. "Leave this place, right away!! " it hissed its voice a sinister whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "Your presence here is not appreciated. Leave, or face the consequences." The ghost said.

Arriving there, the surroundings were dark as it looked like construction had not yet begun in that area. Cael looked at Kyra as she grabbed him in his hand. Kyra’s nail almost sank into Cael’s skin. Standing next to Kyra was a ghost woman with no eyes, with tears of blood and her lips pressed to her ear and whispering. ‘Help her.’ Kyra closes her eyes and her whole body trembles. That ghost was weird, so she was very close to Cael. Kyra didn’t look back, but she nodded at the female ghost. “Kyra, what happened?” Cael asked.

It feels so weird. Without realizing it, a flirtatious ghost smiled at me. *** Zara's POV The meeting is over. I immediately left the room. The room belongs to the flirtatious ghost. I still can't believe it. I rushed to my room to calm down first. My pale face is still very clear. After arriving at my room, how surprised I was by an unwanted presence. Seeing a flirtatious ghost sitting on my soft sofa plus he was looking at me, with his flirtatious gaze.

"Vacation's over. We have a massive, unidentified Crawler breached in Sector 4, under attack by hostiles. Mount up. Heavy iron, explosive rounds, and Phase-Drives hot." "Copy that, Prez," Tank’s voice rumbled back instantly, the sound of a heavy shotgun racking in the background. "We're rolling in two." Dax turned to me. He looked at the grease on my face, the heavy boots on my feet, and the brand-new, glowing phase-metal ring on my left hand. "You ready for Chapter Two, Ghost?" he asked, a fierce, reckless grin spreading across his face. "I built the engine, Pres," I said, grabbing my heavy leather jacket off the porch railing and shrugging it on. "Let's see how fast it runs."