Ghost Face Booktok Novels & Stories

My body is still large according to my height which is 5'3. 'I'm fat and ugly.' I sighed helplessly and get dressed in ten minutes. 'I guess I don't need make-up. after all, what's the use of all makeup If I will be still ugly.' My thoughts were interrupted by the ping of my phone. Shaking my head I browsed through my Facebook account and found a new text message from my new FB friend. I remember his name was Remo or something, I have accepted his friend request in February, yet we never chatted. Back in January 2012, I have commented on a post that had his image posted because of some competition. and I found him cute. His eyes were beautiful, it almost felt like his eyes were saying severa

Somehow I am not feeling very secure with unlocking the phone with my face, in case any of my doppelgangers show up. I tap on the F******k icon and open the application. I log out of my personal account and create a new one. First name I shall put, HotGuy; while for last name I shall put InTheBed. HotGuy InTheBed. That’s it. Perfect. I filled in the details as simply as I can, birth date, address, current location, blah blah blah… And finally, the profile picture. Right, I almost forgot that I needed a profile picture for a F******k account. Leaving it blank might make it look suspicious, Jamie might not be interested to talk to me, so I shall upload a proper human photo.

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

“You little shit, you haven’t been here in years!” Armani smiled so completely that I was stunned to silence. “Hi, Gigi.” “You’re so grown, my god!” Pulling the young man away, she stepped in front of him and reached out for Armani. He willingly stood up, causing her to have to raise her head to keep their eye contact. Without a word, they shared a short hug, and she finally turned to me. My heart leaped as a wicked smirk twisted her features. “And you’ve brought a pretty lady,” she continued.

he said and I can know on his way of speaking that he’s really a snob “I’m Kali, a ghost” I uttered as I try to introduce myself to him, I think of extending my arms to him to shake hands when I realize that I can't touch people. “Do I look like a joke to you?” he said and I saw how really dark his aura that gave me chills. “Easy dude! I’m telling the truth! Can you see me?” I ask as I wave my hands to him but he doesn’t flinch even an inch. I can only see how cold he looks at me.

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

“One Manhattan and Extra Dirty Martini with a lot of olives coming right up.” While he was preparing, I could feel she was staring at me. “Why do I feel like you’re hiding something from me, babe?” “Of course.” I looked at the crowd dancing to a trending song on Tiktok and someone was recording it. They were having fun. I felt so old that I missed out on a lot of things. My I*******m account was deactivated by the royal institution, and so was my X. Of course, I had a dummy account on X and a finsta just to stalk the people I wanted to.

There was no turning back now. "It's a deal!" I tapped on my screen. I couldn't resist the urge to seek clarification for something. I asked, "Did you attack Joshua on August 5, 2023?" I got a response within seconds, and the answer filled me with anguish. "Certainly not! I'm innocent!" Immediately, another message came in. "Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!"

She asked me and she laughed instantly but I can’t hear anything. "Alaister it's not funny " I cried out to her as she laughed again. "Hahahaha it's better to be a ghoster than to be a real ghost. Look at your face it’s priceless” gladly she’s laughing again... "How’s your IG account? How many followers do you have Alaister?" I asked my friend who was now writing something in her diary. "Last time I checked it 100+ and I don't care about that" She didn't even look at me she’s busy.

I lifted only one side of my cheek in a sarcastic grin. “Oh, really?” I taunted. “You suddenly lost your voice now? I thought you were shouting just a second ago!” My words were harsh, but I couldn't help myself. I was livid. Becky stood there, eyes wide, staring at the screen in disbelief. For a brief moment, she looked completely caught off guard. “This isn’t real!” she suddenly exclaimed, her voice shaking with desperation. “It’s an AI-generated image! It’s fake, Chad!” I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “Really? Is that what you tell yourself to sleep better at night?”