Ghost Face Booktok Novels & Stories

She instructs me, editing our pictures. I do as she says, I open a Beastly Beauty T*****r account and add a photo of me in lingerie, kneeling on her bed with a lollipop in my mouth. A mask covers my face, I look unrecognisable, I don’t think anyone would ever know it’s me.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

@GossipGoddess: “He’s never been spotted with a woman before. Ever.” @BillionaireWatch: “She’s clearly pregnant.” @SocietySnitch: “My cousin saw them arguing in Milan last month. #SoftLaunchFails” I groan into my pillow. I’m not pregnant, and I’ve never been to Milan. Let’s see what Instaglam has to say. There are over 900 DMs. Some are congratulatory. Some are... colourful. One just says “Liar.”

While munching on my snacks, I was also scrolling through my Facebook account reading all the memes and laughing my heart out. To some, social media might not be good for them, but me. Social media is my best friend and my life, without social media my life will be more than boring. * * * NEXT DAY. I brought out my pink knee-length gown and press it with iron then put on makeup on my face…..well my fake face after which I wore my clothes, after wearing the pink gown, I wore my black jean jacket along with it. I hope it doesn't make me look old.

A soft gasp escaped her when I pulled out, leaving her red, puffy hole gaping and silently begging to be filled again. We laid down together, with her head laying on my chest, as she idly tracing against my skin. “I love your mask, by the way,” Karyna whispered as she trailed her fingers over the object. “I’ve always had fantasies about fucking someone with a mask on,” “Oh, is that so?” I rumbled, getting aroused again. “Yea,” she sighed. “Especially this ghost mask. I’ve seen a lot of guys wear it on TikTok, and I find it very hot. It’s really sexy,”

I heard his small laugh again and stopped me on what I'm doing. "You don't have dirt on your face. I just find your new behavior cute that's why I'm smiling." He said. I almost fainted. I immediately looked away from him because he might see that I was fluttered. ///♡/// Last ud for tonight. Stay tuned! xoxo♡ How to interact with me: FayesBook: Author Lagoon Nebula twt: @unknownwriterLN WP: Lagoon Nebula

Frank snapped his fingers, and Jada pulled out Gashface's phone, unlocked it with Gashface's fingerprint, and scrolled through his messages. Finding the transfer notification, he showed it to Gashface proudly. "Do you see this?" Gashface smirked. "I can fake notifications too. It doesn't prove a thing." Jada nodded. "I have to admit that you've got brains, so it's a shame you're wasting it!" She then freed Gashface, who ran without hesitation… only for Jada to trip him since she was prepared for it. "Stay down, or I'll make you," she said, putting a foot on his shoulder and throwing his phone in front of him. "Check your messages, and then your account. There's all the time in the world."

Things had to be really bad if Ghost was willing to meet more people face to face. "Marco's friend. Hi." Fiona blinked at Ghost, probably trying to figure out where she'd seen him before. She hadn't, but that was the point of Ghost's appearance. He could be anyone. Literally anyone with a face like that. "Can we all talk?" Ghost hefted a laptop bag higher up on his shoulder. "Inside?" "Of-I mean, Marco?" Fiona glanced from Ghost to him. Probably because he was about to crack a tooth grinding them so hard.

“What the heck! Bella’s in trouble.” One intern screamed at the top of her lungs when she chanced upon the live video. She was so scared that she didn’t filter her words. “Everyone check the gossip monger’s tiktok page. Somebody call the police…” The intern who was live on tik tok had the account name, “Gossip Monger” Her colleagues always teased her for choosing such a tacky name, but they all enjoyed her content all the same. ***

All because it didn’t cost a kidney to buy. “How did you find me, anyway?” she asked, glaring at me with a hand on her hip. “Maybe you shouldn’t post your whole life on social media if you don’t want people to find you.” Grace said patronizingly, as she walked in behind me. “It’s not supposed to be a diary.” Vanessa glared at her, hands balled into fists. “So you’ve opened a fake account to blame me for your failed career, and now what? You’re stalking me?” she asked, her eyes darting wildly between us.