Ghost Face Novels & Stories

The rest of the family had no choice but to follow, and Shane, unable to stop them, had to grit his teeth and trail behind. Mr. Xander stopped a short distance away and barked out, “Who are you?” The woman’s voice floated in on the wind, light but cutting. “Three years, and you still don’t recognize me?” She slowly turned, slipping off her sunglasses to reveal her face. A smile played at her red lips. “Mr. Xander. Long time no see.” “Ahh!” Shane screamed, ducking behind Chris. “Ghost! Oh my God, we’ve seen a ghost!”

“Especially considering there’s a dead body right fucking there.” We both laugh, the tension cracking just slightly, and I lean into Ghost again, letting him hold me because, fuck, I need it right now. “Like I care,” Ghost taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. “I’d happily fuck him on his grave.” “No,” I mutter, shaking my head against his shoulder. His laughter is loud, unapologetic.“Guess I found one of your hard limits,” he muses. “No fucking on your father’s grave.”

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

Like a Hollywood actor but with the muscles of a guy that lives in the gym. “That one is Ghost,” Jonas says, and I frown, repeating the name. Jonas laughs, and Ghost shakes his head, only looking at me through the rearview mirror for a split second. “Hi darling, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says, winking and looking at me again for a split second.

He shrugged indifferently. I shook my head at Knight, unsure of his angle. “You’re looking for a good time though, and all Pamela is capable of providing is pain. Isn’t that right?” My eyes skewered hers, and from the twitch at the left corner of her lip, she was remembering our time together just as vividly. Her eyes flashed as they landed on Knight. “Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t heard any complaints.” Ghost cocked his head. He freshly buzzed his hair for tonight and it gave him a harsh, military look. “Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?”

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.

She then laughs as she says, “Luna, I’m sorry, but this will be cold.” “Amity, please call me Annalise…” I say as I flinch when the cold gel from the bottle hits my stomach. I then watch as she picks up a stick connected to the machine and places it on my stomach. Fredrick and Nicolas walk over, pulling a stool with them. They sit down next to me. I watch as Amity looks at the screen. She presses a few buttons and then frowns. A little worried that something was wrong, I whisper,

Good Lord, I sure need to act fast, his calmness is freaking me out. "You look pale. Is it because of him?" Gareth pointed out. I quickly masked my expression with a smirk. "Of course not, why will I? He is never a threat to me, so I see no reason to be afraid of him." "You seem to look like you just saw a ghost." He said flatly. "Does ghost even exist? Come on stop believing in myth, okay?" I chuckled. Even though, I'm starting to convinced myself that Hardie was a risen ghost with the kind of aura that surround him.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.