Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Turning back to the package, Rebecca starts to wave her fingers wildly in the air. "Just don't look down," she repeats, "And follow the sound of my voice." "Okay," Bailey says, spreading out her arms. Straight as pencil now, she goes back to sliding her feet along the street. The closer she gets, the more I can hear her talk. "Oh fuck," she moans, "Oh no. Don't look down. Just do not look down." Through her gas mask, I can see her eyes close. Since her eyes are closed, she didn't see the ledge she is approaching.

Bits of flesh falling from his face. "Kasey...." Jackson groaned softly. I stared at Nathan, unable to look away from the horror. "Kasey...I'm so sorry..." flames burst up around me, engulfing me as I screamed, the sudden sensation of falling hitting me as I fell into darkness. My mind slowly shutting down, and my thoughts drowning in a calming black, where I let it all go...

Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally. As soon as she turned her body, she came in contact with another body. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said looking and backing up to get a look the person she'd collided into. "No, it's nothing. Hey" She blacked out for a second. It was the guy she kept staring at and whom who apparently could not take his eyes off her either. He was wearing a white shirt that had a loose buttons at the top and was tucked in to his pants. In his hands, was his suit

It wasn't supposed to cling to my insides like a secret I couldn't keep. I dropped the test in the sink. The sound it made was too definitive. My knees gave way beneath me and I fell across the edge of the tub and looked down at the cracked tile below me. The air clung heavy, stickily sticking to me like guilt and my throat burned with unshed tears. He didn't have a name, or any pointer. Just a ghost with steel blue eyes and a scarred chest. A man who bled on my couch and kissed me like I was the last decent thing he'd ever touched.

She blinked against the brightness, pushing herself up slowly, trying to shake off the haze of broken dreams. And then she froze. At the foot of her bed stood a figure. Its face was pale and sunken, blackened veins twisting across skin stretched too thin, eyes hollow pits staring straight into her soul. For a moment, Chloe thought her breath had stopped. Then the scream ripped free from her throat, raw and piercing, shattering the fragile calm of morning. The ghost did not move. It only stared.

She stood in the center of the smoldering crater, the sapphire light of the fused Heartstone shimmering beneath her skin like a second, celestial nervous system. "You’re a ghost, Sofia. A trick of the light. No one survives a resonance collapse of that magnitude," Zilo Graves stammered, his voice thin and reedy. He clutched his obsidian blade with white-knuckled desperation, his eyes darting across the smoke-filled hall. The grandeur of the Triad leader had been stripped away, leaving only a frightened man in cracked armor.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

“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

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

This was the space she was going to become unstoppable in. Suddenly two maids stepped in silent as ghosts, dropping glasses of juice in front of them, bowing and stepping out without a word. It felt eerie. Scarlet didn’t touch the cup yet. She just stared at the liquid like it might contain someone’s heartbeat. Across the staircase ... upstairs ... Grey stood leaning on the rail, his arm muscles flexed against the wood, watching her from above as if he was watching someone walking into a destiny that would swallow her alive. He muttered under his breath, voice dark, voice scared, voice raw with something like grief,