Ghost Face Booktok Novels & Stories

He called smiling, ignoring Dante “Hmm?” I tried so hard to mask my sadness and put on a smiley face, knowing I'm about to be friend zone again “Meet my new girlfriend Emma, and Emma?” “Yes babe” “Meet my best friend Amy” * Guys please can someone do a TikTok advert for my book, tag Goodnovel app, tag my book name or link, I would appreciate lovers let's

I reply, tired. It won’t. But it’s something. Catherine is a ghost. She has no social media presence. How is an eighteen year old not even on Fazebook? There’s no one by that name on Instaagram and TicToc. She doesn’t exist online. I can’t help thinking it’s by choice. My phone pings when a message comes in. I open the image from Tessa and it’s her. My superstar. The girl in my dreams. I light up like a Christmas tree, my grin automatic. Tessa giggles and I tilt my head just a little.

I whisper her name like a curse, ready to spit it in her face. Demon’s not home. Neither is John. I’m alone with the echo of my breathing, the robe grazing my thighs, and questions burning holes in my chest. The account that posted the photos is new—but not new enough to not have thousands of followers already. Viral. Ruthless. Planned. And then… a new story appears. On Sasha’s account. With her name. Her face. Her poison. A flawless selfie, all makeup and malice, with that crooked smile I recognized the night she tried to kiss John.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

For half a second, Daisy looks like she’s seen a ghost. Bitch. I force my features into a teasing smile, leaning lazily against the doorframe like I didn’t just hear her entire disgusting confession. “You planning on celebrating your anniversary in that stall or what?” I drawl. “You’re the guest of honor, well you and Cam.” Relief crashes over her face so quickly it almost makes me sick. “Oh my God,” she laughs shakily, pressing a hand to her chest. “You scared me.” Did I? I shrug. “Relax, princess Daisy, it wasn’t in plans to.”

Thanks to that, my beauty live streams grew more and more popular and eventually swept through the entire underworld. "The products the streamer recommends are amazing. So many ghosts on GhostBook are raving about them." "Her streams make me feel more beautiful with each passing day. Even as a ghost, my confidence has skyrocketed." From time to time, I would also provide makeup tutorials so ghosts could follow along step by step. "The makeup that works for humans doesn't work well for ghosts. Soft, natural looks rarely hold up on dead skin. We want to highlight your strengths and showcase what makes you unique.

They were officially a couple. I think she’s even wearing Aris’ T-shirt. Is she his new flavor of the month? No matter what, they look so perfect together. I hope that Drey could forget her idiot ex! “I know I’m popular, but I don’t depend on virtual likes,” she said like she had read what was on my mind. “Believe it or not—this is my very first time doing Famebook live and to post online. If you stalked my accounts before, those were just being managed by my page and website operators, and sometimes, created by posers,” she continued.

To view, you can go to my In-sta-gram, @ra_high_eels Or my... Face-book page- R.A Higheels Books❤️❤️

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Yawning, I stretched, blindly reaching for my phone from under my chest. A notification popped up, and I slid it open. *HUH, NO. I'M NOT GOING TO GET SAD—DRUNK WITH YOU. LET'S GO TO KARAOKE NIGHT.* Rolling my eyes, I leaned back. *NO THANKS. A FROG COULD SING BETTER THAN ME* He put three laughing emojis, one skull, and a knife. *MY NEW DATE IS COMING ALONG. HE WANTS TO SEE THE MOST TRENDING WOMAN ON THE TABS, EVEN THOUGH HE THINKS THAT DRESS LOOKED SO FREAKING HOT ON YOU.*